He Juncheng walked to Ye Mufan, lowered his voice, and spoke in regretful tone, "Hey, why are you doing this? At the beginning, I went to invite you kindly, but you didn't know the best..."

Speaking of this, He Juncheng paused, his eyes full of pride, "It may not be so easy to beg me now..."

Ye Mufan was not in a hurry to leave now, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Please?"

He Juncheng thought about the incident of being tied to the cemetery by Ye Mufan that day, and his face was filled with gloomy expressions, "If you kneel down and kowtow to me three times in front of everyone, I can consider it..."

Ye Mufan was about to speak when the ringtone of his cell phone rang, and it was Ye Wanwan who called him.

When Ye Mufan saw it, he was filled with guilt and was in no mood to argue with others. He quickly ran to a place where no one was going to answer the phone...

Everyone looked at Ye Mufan's panicked expression and immediately mocked, "Since this person has been fired by Juxing, how did he get in?"

"You see his thief-headed look, you must have sneaked in. This young master is not good at anything else. He is very good at speculation!"

"What about security guards, how do you do it?"

He Juncheng looked good-tempered and patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "Forget it, after all, colleagues will have a fight."

"Director He, you still talk to him like this!"

When everyone saw that He Juncheng was relieved, and the fashion ceremony was about to begin, they were all busy preparing, so they did not continue to pursue the matter.

It's really a waste of time to care about this kind of garbage...

On the stage, the host spoke enthusiastically—

"Dear guests, thank you for your arrival. The 13th Fashion Festival has officially begun..."

According to past practice, in addition to industry exchanges, the highlight of the annual fashion ceremony is that all well-known stylists will display their most proud works so far.

During the meal off the stage, Shen Mengqi glanced at He Juncheng beside her, "Ye Mufan got in tonight, can't he be trying to cause trouble, right?"

After all, the works He Juncheng exhibited tonight were still designed by Ye Mufan. Can Ye Mufan give up?

He Juncheng was full of fear when he heard this, and sneered and said sarcastically, "Just rely on him? Mengqi, you are too arrogant to that waste. Don't say he dares not. If he is so stupid that he seeks death, it's just right that he comes here to cause trouble for me on this occasion today. I'll tell him not to stay in this circle in this life!"

Shen Mengqi also felt that her worries were unnecessary, and she shrugged and said nothing, "I'm going to the backstage to prepare."

"Go, baby, you must be the most beautiful tonight!"

...

The music sounded, and on the stage, the masterpieces of various stylists and the pinnacles were unveiled, and the models competed for beauty, showing the prosperity of the fashion world.

In the middle of the front row, Mu Wenqing, chairman of the Fashion Association, was sitting there. Director Zheng was sitting on his right, and the left was empty.

At this moment, Mu Wenqing, who is over fifty years old, is wearing a formal outfit and is focusing on everyone's works. After seeing Shen Mengqi appear on the stage, a stunning look clearly flashed in her eyes, "Not bad!"

Director Zheng, who was standing beside him, hurriedly echoed, "It's good! Does Chairman Mu think that He Juncheng's style is very similar to our vice chairman in some aspects?"
Chapter completed!