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"Alright, let's wait and see," Chen Chongchong said resentfully. She then playfully pouted at Kenner, who still doted on his little girlfriend. He quickly took out his phone and called the behind-the-scenes boss of Lirenni Garden.
However, as he spoke, Kenner's expression darkened. The moment the other party heard his request, they hung up the phone. This left Kenner feeling embarrassed, and he could only console himself by saying that it was a bad signal and tried calling again, but this time, the call wouldn't go through at all.
"Uh," Kenner looked bewildered, unsure why the boss of Lirenni Garden suddenly turned cold; they had previously had a good relationship.
"What's wrong?" Chen Chongchong asked.
"He must be busy and couldn't take the call. Chong Chong, I think we should just let this go. Your fashion show is already over, and there's a celebration party tonight. Let's go," Kenner said, looking somewhat awkward.
"No way! She can't prepare for her fashion show here; you have to stop her!" Chen Chongchong pleaded.
Seeing his girlfriend looking gloomy and resentful, Kenner felt helpless. He knew that the boss of Lirenni Garden would clearly not agree, so there was nothing he could do.
"Chong Chong, I really can't do anything right now. Besides, holding a fashion show here isn't that big of a deal. As long as one is willing to spend money, they can rent the place. But the most important thing about a fashion show isn't the venue; it's the people. She's just an unknown designer without any senior figures or big names to support her—her fashion show won't make any waves at all," Kenner tried to comfort her.
Chen Chongchong was extremely frustrated but felt powerless. She still needed to cling to Kenner's arm and couldn't push too hard.
"Ni Xingyi, consider yourself lucky today. But don't think that spending money to hold a fashion show here will make you famous in the industry. If no one supports you, you're just a clown entertaining yourself," Chen Chongchong said sharply.
"You don't need to worry about that; I enjoy entertaining myself. Are you jealous?" Ni Xingyi scoffed.
"Your skin has become thicker than my Chanel crocodile leather bag! Fine, I'll see how many people come to support you later. Don't end up being the designer with the fewest guests and models in the history of Lirenni Garden—that would be a joke in our fashion world," Chen Chongchong sneered.
"If you come to support me, then I won't need to invite guests; here's your entry ticket. Without it, you won't get in later," Ni Xingyi said, handing two tickets to Chen Chongchong as a way of returning the favor.
Chen Chongchong glared at Ni Xingyi without reaching out for the tickets.
"If you can't get in later, you won't be able to see my little performance. Do you really want to miss this opportunity?" Ni Xingyi smiled.
"Hmph, we'll see about that. I want to see just how thick your skin can get," Chen Chongchong said as she snatched the tickets and then walked away with long strides, linking arms with Kenner.
Jiang Chen had remained silent throughout this exchange; he couldn't be bothered with such matters.
"Master, those two were so rude earlier; should I teach them a lesson?" Jon asked.
"No need," Jiang Chen replied lightly as he wandered around Lirenni Garden.
After two hours of preparation, the venue was transformed. Around six in the evening, Chen Chongchong arrived with Kenner in tow.
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