She took a deep breath, about to speak.
"Miss Qiao." A reporter suddenly raised a hand, asking a question.
The venue was not big and was particularly quiet at the moment, so even without a microphone, the reporter's voice was very clear.
Qiao Xiguan's eyes tightened. Any journalist with a bit of professional ethics would know that this was not the time to ask questions.
The reporter's urgency made Qiao Xiguan feel vaguely uncomfortable.
"Miss Qiao, I'm sorry to speak so abruptly before you've had a chance to. I mean no harm, and I don't want to affect your show. Personally, I think this show is perfect. Your brand, Mature, shows me the future of Shanghai's fashion scene. I have great confidence that your brand will reach international levels in a very short time, especially since you have such a famous Chinese designer like Yoyo." The reporter used many flattering words as an introduction, but his real point was yet to come.
