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Qiao Ann choked on her words and remained silent.
There was only Mo Kai's flipping pages in the air.
It was only when the designer spoke up that the dead silence was broken.
The curved wardrobe curtain slowly opened like a peacock opening its tail feathers. Shu Mann stood in the center of the dressing room. The red fishtail skirt seemed to be tailor-made for her figure
