꾨Fimiya looked in the direction of Wen Yajun's finger, and when she saw the appearance of the person in front clearly, she was stunned.

At this moment Yan Zhiyu was also confused.

She was not surprised that 꾨菲ｍｙａ was here, but if she heard correctly, Wen Yajun just called 꾨菲ｍｙａ Princess... 꾨菲ｍｙａ was actually a princess?

"꾨Fimiya, you——"

Wen Yajun beside her interrupted her and scolded her.

"Yan Zhiyu, who are you to dare to address the princess by her name? Princess Fimiya, look at what I just said? These people have no manners at all and are not worthy of being here!"

After she finished speaking, she raised her chin high, waiting for Fumiya to drive Yan Zhiyu and the others away.

However, the next second, he met those cold blue eyes.

"If there's anyone who doesn't deserve to be here, it should be you, right?"

Wen Yajun had never expected that Fiemia would say that. Her pride froze on her lips and her face turned pale and blue.

The next second, when Feemia turned to look at Yan Zhiyu, a smile appeared on her just cold face.

"Yu, I knew you would come too! Jing is busy, I don't want to disturb you at this time, I was just looking for you... Come sit next to me, I have a lot to say to you."

As he spoke, he looked at the show manager beside him.

"Please add a chair next to my seat."

The person in charge quickly agreed, took action himself, and quickly brought a chair.

꾨Fimiya took Yan Zhiyu's hand affectionately and wanted her to sit with her.

Yan Zhiyu just shook her head.

"No, I came here with my friends, so I'd better sit with you guys."

꾨Fimiya's eyes swept over Xu Huihui and the others, and then looked at the person in charge again: "Add three more chairs."

The person in charge glanced at the space that had become a little narrow.

The seats in the show were arranged in advance and would not be easily moved. Adding three more chairs would probably affect the people next to them. However, since Princess Fimiya had spoken, we naturally had to find a way to solve it.

After all, the Sisman country is strong.

What's more, Princess Fermia is the most likely person to inherit the throne in the future.

Xu Huihui and the others did not understand Spanish at all until the person in charge asked them to sit down in the front row with a smile on his face. Then they reacted and showed expressions of flattery.

"Are we really going to sit down?"

Yan Zhiyu smiled and said, "The princess asked you to sit down, so just sit down."

After the three of them sat down, she bent down again, made a gentleman's gesture to Firmiya, and said with a smile: "Princess, please take a seat."

Some time ago, the "Princess Please" meme was very popular, and the one in front of her was a real princess!

She was talking about 꿗뀗.

Naturally, Princess 꾨菲ｍｉａ didn't understand 꿗뀗.

So she said it again in Spanish.

꾨Fimia sat down on the seat with a smile, and then pulled her to sit down affectionately.

After sitting down, Yan Zhiyu turned around and looked at Wen Yajun, smiling and said, "You are sitting so far back, will you be able to see clearly later? But there is nothing I can do about it. After all, you are only fit to sit behind me."

At this moment, Wen Yajun was so angry that she almost died.

However, 꾨Ｆｉｍｉａ was still watching, so she could only swallow her anger and sit down with a gloomy face.

The fashion show has begun.

Wen Yajun originally wanted to concentrate on watching the show, but because Yan Zhiyu was right in front of her, as long as she raised her head, she would inevitably see the back of Yan Zhiyu's head.

Damn it, she didn’t even sit in the front row, but Yan Zhiyu did!

Moreover, he was right next to Princess 꾨Ｆｉｍｉａ, chatting and laughing with her!

How did they know each other?

Could it be that the Yan family took action earlier than the Wen family and also wanted to expand their business in Sisman?

No, she has to think of a solution quickly!

Wen Yajun racked her brains to think about it.

At this moment, the person sitting on the other side of Fimiya left early, leaving the seat vacant.

Wen Yajun bit her lip, bent forward and sat in that position.

However, 꾨菲婁 was chatting with Yan Zhiyu about Jing'er and didn't notice her presence at all.

After sitting there awkwardly for two minutes, Wen Yajun took the initiative to speak. Her stuttering Spanish formed a sharp contrast with Yan Zhiyu's fluent Spanish: "Princess 꾨Fimiya——"

꾨Fimia turned around when she heard the voice.

When she saw Wen Yajun, she frowned.

"Why are you sitting here?"

"I see you are interested in the show, and I am also interested, so I want to chat with you!"

Wen Yajun smiled ingratiatingly.

"If you ask me, foreign designers are still the best. For example, the designer from Sisman on the first day was really amazing! I really like the works she designed!"

"All the designers in China are bad! Especially this one today, it's rubbish! I don't know why Mira Fashion Week invited such a designer... and gave him a full-day show!"

She really looks down on these domestic fashion designers.

What's more, today's designer is Yan Zhiyu's brother, which is even more annoying.

Princess Kimia is not Chinese, so she must like others to praise her.

If she says this, she will definitely gain the princess' favor!