"The next exhibit is his Peacock Series from the Paris Fashion Week three years ago."
With the host's words, the imposing evening gowns seemed ready to appear.
The French Chartreuse green-yellow, vibrant pink, fresh lemon yellow, and flame-like vermilion brought an unprecedented array of colors to the fashion show.
"Is it beautiful, Mom?" Hua Hua eagerly boasted.
Wang Fengtong didn't understand fashion, but just those bright colors were enough for her to enjoy the most beautiful visual experience.
"The next one is the wedding dress series, also one of my award-winning works." Hua Hua kept bragging.
Chenxing, holding onto Wang Fengtong's arm, nestled against her like a good daughter: "Mom, let me tell you, my brother is definitely a darling in the fashion world, and a lot of girls like him."
"Does your brother have a girl he likes?" Wang Fengtong suddenly asked, catching Chenxing off guard.
She looked at Hua Hua, and Hua Hua's expression froze for a moment.
