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Yang Zizi didn't have time to think about it. It was soon the Red Carpet Party. Her head was already aching enough, so she knocked on her temple.

It seemed like her words had truly hurt Lu Yan. Normally, his favorite thing to do was to tease her and think of all sorts of ways to ridicule her. But now, sitting in the car without saying a word was even scarier.

Just as he was thinking about how he could get this back to him, he looked up and saw that the car had already reached the door of Melinda's studio.

Yang Zizi was puzzled? Lu Yanshao knew she was going to be an assistant to J? Then why did he have to ask such a boring question to hurt his own heart? He really didn't understand it.

While Yang Zizi silently shook his head, the car steadily stopped in front of the entrance.

"Get out." Lu Yan's face was expressionless, and he coldly threw a sentence to her.

Yang Zizi turned his head to look at his stinking face, but didn't say anything. He opened the door of the car and walked towards the studio without looking back. Her head was raised high, and even her back had a trace of stubbornness. Humph! This man was terrifyingly mischievous. She was just saying something unintentional. Was there really a need to do that? If she hadn't gone into the wrong toilet, how would she have interacted with him?

After she got off the car, Lu Yanzhao slightly rolled down the window, looking at the stubborn little woman, he lit a cigarette, he smoked very hard, the smoke immediately covered the entire carriage, Lu Yanzhao's whole body leaned against the seat, the smoke made him seem a little depressed.

There was no need to mention the technology of J. He was a well-known designer after all. She didn't have much to help with, just a pair of scissors and a piece of cloth.

But J didn't seem to let her sit around talking about where the inspiration for the dress came from, and what it was that had made her, a fledgling designer, create a "gift of God". Yang Zizi didn't go back that night. She stayed here all night to give J a call, until the gown was finally complete. She let out a breath of relief and silently looked at the clock on the wall. It was already 5 in the morning. Looking at her two large panda eyes, she felt it was time to rest!

"J, I think I should go back." Wearily, she rubbed her sore neck.

"Oh, baby, yes, thank you for giving me this gift from God." J held the finished product, still looking incredulous.

Yang Zizi had a helpless look on her face. She really couldn't stand the unrestrained manner of foreigners, so she called him darling as soon as she came up.

Now, she had to go back and have a good night's sleep. She took a taxi back to her residence. Strange, her three day agreement with Lu Yan-shao hasn't been completed yet. He actually didn't call her?

Ignoring all that, Yang Zizi changed into her pajamas, didn't even have the energy to shower, and immediately fell asleep. In his dream, Han Yuxuan's straight back was still standing amidst the raging storm. He was like a child that had made a mistake, waiting for her salvation.

The phone rang suddenly, waking up the dreamer, who answered the phone in a daze.

"Zi Zi, pack up and get ready for tonight's Red Carpet Party." It was Melinda on the other end of the phone who had recognized that she was still sleeping and was anxiously urging her on.

"Well, okay, what? To the party? " She came back to her senses after she heard those words.

"Melinda, what does it have to do with me?" She pushed herself up, still feeling a little weak.

"Kaimei is very satisfied with this outfit and will definitely become the center of attention of tonight's red carpet party. The reporters below will not miss any opportunity, so they will definitely ask about the designer of this outfit and quickly prepare. You and J will attend tonight." To be honest, Melinda had really taken care of her. She had also taken the time to personally instruct her, so as to not let her make a mistake, she was naturally grateful and did not want to embarrass Melinda. However, people in the media would probably want to bet on Lushan's real identity for people as well-known as Melinda who were familiar with the word 'nominee'. However, so many people were pointing to the fact that Lushan was in such a bad mood.

After hanging up, she hurriedly got up, rushed straight to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. She was shocked that she had such a ghastly appearance, and there were still two streams of tears flowing from the corner of her eyes. It must be that dream. Ye Zichen felt a bit down.

He took a quick bath and put on some light makeup. Pick a more formal dress from the closet. Heh, her clothes really don't have a proper dress. He usually didn't need one, nor did he ever think that one day he would be able to attend a party like this. Therefore, he could only reluctantly choose a shirt that he was interested in before leaving.

At the red carpet party, the stars were gathering, and under the flashing lights, everyone who came here was like a favorite child of God, shining brightly under the spotlights.

It was not easy for her to find J among the crowd. Even he could tell that she was feeling a little down. "Miss, this is an internationally renowned Red Carpet party. Don't make it sound like you're attending a funeral."

Maybe this was what made the designer special and strange, always amazing, like his work, to say she looked like she was at a funeral.

"Must we hurt each other?" She glanced at J. She hadn't said anything about him yet. With a panda eye, it was impossible for him to not sleep at all, no matter how excited he was.

Looking at her sad face, he did not say anything else. He just waited for the red carpet party to start.

The arrival of the international superstar Kaymia was undoubtedly the climax of the party, and Kaymia was well attended in the dress and dress that she and J had completed together. Yangzi Zi and J were squeezed into a corner, watching all the spotlights focus on Kaymya. Although they didn't go on stage, they were also incredibly proud.

But at least she was well-known, and there were a few people who could greet her. She really didn't know anyone, and no one knew her.

Yang Zizi's eyes shone with envy as he looked at the dazzling scene on the stage. As he was dying, he heard the reporter below the stage say, "Ms. Kaymia, may I ask if this dress is from Melinda's studio, as you have done in previous years?" As Melinda expected. Good design is always popular.

"Yes, this is my only choice."

"But we didn't see Lady Melinda at the scene today, so the dress wasn't made by Lady Melinda?" the reporter pressed. It was as if he swore to his death that he would know who the clothes were made from.