"Of course, we’re here for the photoshoot, we are the models for this issue of the magazine."
As it turns out, Che Hao and Han Yan were the models she was waiting for. Che Hao was incredibly popular with millions of fans, Han Yan was on a rapid rise as a new star.
If her clothes are worn by them for the shoot, she could imagine them being sold out as soon as they hit the market.
Both of their endorsement fees were expensive, and they usually represented international brands, unlike her, a designer of lesser fame.
If it weren’t for the name of J.C tied to her, she wouldn’t have been able to secure them.
Despite feeling frustrated, Ye Ranran didn’t let it show, she knew when to pick her battles.
No matter why Che Hao had called her over earlier, she should be happy about it.
Because clothes have a soul, only when models perform with sincerity, can the soul of the clothes be brought out.
And as a designer, communicating with Che Hao was essential.
Maybe Che Hao had called her over to discuss the clothes, and she had overreacted.
A hint of shame flashed across Ye Ranran’s face: "I overreacted earlier, I’m sorry."
Che Hao nonchalantly shrugged, "I was too loud, sorry if I startled you."
At his words, Ye Ranran’s blush deepened, because his voice actually wasn’t loud at all.
"Alright, let’s go." Jun Mochan said with a not-so-good expression on his face.
Che Hao looked at Jun Mochan with amusement, despite the hatred in his eyes, he didn’t say much.
This man, indeed did quite a lot for Ye Ranran.
During a break in the shoot, while Ye Ranran was discussing with the photographer and looking at the photos taken earlier, Jun Mochan approached Che Hao.
"What are you trying to do?" Jun Mochan asked straightforwardly.
"I miss you." Che Hao blurted out.
Jun Mochan shivered at the response, his eyes dark and deep. Those familiar with him knew he was on the verge of serious anger.
"I warn you, you’d better stay away from her." Jun Mochan glanced at Ye Ranran not far away.
She was smiling, her brows soft, talking to the photographer and her eyes were filled with self-confidence.
"I’m interested in both of you." Che Hao’s smile was loaded with meaning.
Jun Mochan squints, a strong aura emanating from him, suffocating the smile on Che Hao’s face.
"If you don’t want to disappear from this world, you’d better not cross my line." Jun Mochan coldly stated.
Only after Jun Mochan walked away did Che Hao wipe away the goosebumps on his body. Things seemed to be getting more interesting.
"So itchy." Han Yan suddenly complained from the side.
"Baby, what’s wrong with you?" Her manager hurried over to check.
Han Yan kept scratching her arm, "I don’t know, it’s so itchy."
Red spots started to appear on her arm, and her manager panicked, "Did you eat something? Are you having an allergic reaction?"
"I didn’t, I only had an egg and half a cup of milk this morning for today’s shoot, you knew that."
"What’s going on then?" Jun Mochan asked with a stern expression.
"I, I don’t know, I didn’t touch anything. I only changed into two sets of clothes." Han Yan said, almost in tears.
"The clothes were delivered here after being sterilized, nobody opened the package." Ah Chuan defended.
"The egg and milk she had this morning were fetched by me. She eats this way often and she’s never had an allergic reaction." The manager was quick to clear himself of the blame.
Just as they were about to shift the blame to the clothes, Ye Ranran spoke up calmly, "Isn’t the most important issue at hand dealing with the allergy?"
"I have already asked someone to call a doctor." Jun Mochan’s face was expressionless.
At this time, going to the hospital is clearly not the best choice, a private doctor was the only solution.