The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

Sang Ran really couldn't remember, so she could only smile and stretch out her hand to shake his hand back.

Sun Yi was a little surprised: "Teacher Shen, have you met him?"

Shen Jinshan withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and twirled his fingers in a corner where no one was paying attention.

He sat down slowly: "Yes, my son is a classmate of Miss Sang's daughter."

Sun Yi glanced at Sang Ran twice. She didn't expect that she already had a daughter.

After his explanation, not only did Sun Yi understand, but even Sang Ran remembered it.

Pei Jingping's excessive hostility towards him at the time actually deepened the impression on Sang Ran, who had a poor memory.

"Mr. Shen is actually an evaluator? That's really fate." Sang Ran also flattered him politely.

Shen Jinshan smiled gently, and her voice was as friendly as her appearance: "Miss Sang, you don't have to be so polite. Just call me Jinshan."

Sang Ran smiled and nodded.

Xin Beibei was introduced to the two of them, and then the dress-trying session began.

Everything went according to the rules. Sun Yi is worthy of being a top female star. Even without makeup, she can still show off the dress perfectly.

After trying it out for a whole round, Sun Yi really couldn't find any fault with it, and Shen Jinshan also showed appreciation on his face.

Sun Yi was particularly polite to Shen Jinshan: "Teacher Shen, do you feel there is anything else that needs to be adjusted?"

"Perfect." Shen Jinshan looked at Sang Ran, "Did you check all of this?"

Sang Ran didn't dare to take all the credit for herself at this time: "It's mainly because our company's designers did a great job in the early stages."

She wasn't bragging about this. Ever since the company's designers started to take their work seriously, even Sang Ran was impressed by their designs.

After trying on the dress and confirming that there were no problems, Sang Ran and Xin Beibei tidied it up and directed the staff to put the dress back.

Xin Beibei also took advantage of her free time to ask Sun Yi for a photo.

Sun Yi held a magazine in her hand and took a perfunctory photo with Xin Beibei. She looked at Shen Jinshan and said, "Teacher Shen, why are these three color combinations so highly praised by the industry? Why can't I see what's so good about them?"

Shen Jinshan took the magazine from her hand and thought for a moment before speaking: "Considering the overall style and visual impact, the collision of blue, gray and gold seems to be discordant, but it just subtracts the saturation."

“It not only brings visual impact, but also fits the theme. It can be said that it fully demonstrates the sense of luxury.”

Sun Yi still didn't understand, and frowned as she observed again. Why were what Shen Jinshan said different from what she saw?

She read it for a while, sighed, and threw the magazine on the dressing table in front of her: "Forget it, it's useless to learn it. How many of our Chinese contestants can advance? I'll just be a runner-up then."

She shook her legs unconsciously: "How embarrassing! The competition is about to start, and I don't know what to do. Teacher Shen, please help me keep an eye on it, and I will vote with you."

Shen Jinshan smiled and looked up at Sang Ran who was busy moving dresses over there.

After a long while, he said quietly, "Perhaps, this time our Chinese nation can really make it to the finals."

"Are you kidding?" Sun Yi was full of disbelief. "China is notoriously backward in terms of fashion."

Shen Jinshan raised his chin towards Sang Ran: "Hasn't the contestant been decided yet? Maybe she can do it."

Sun Yi also turned around to look at Sang Ran. Suddenly, it was as if he had suddenly realized something. His eyes lit up: "Yes! Why didn't I think of that!"

At that time, she would vote for Sang Ran without a second thought. Even if Sang Ran could not beat those foreign designers, at least he could beat 90% of domestic designers.

If she casts the shot of Sang Ran with her eyes closed, she will definitely not make any mistakes and will not be scolded by netizens.

Thinking of this, she raised her hand, wanting to call Sang Ran over and ask for her opinion: "Sang..."

"Hey." Shen Jinshan stopped her, "This is a big surprise. It would be meaningless if you tell her directly. Wait until the number of contestants is determined before notifying her. She will definitely be happier."

This is a good opportunity for all designers to show their faces.

Sun Yi nodded with a wise look in her eyes: "That makes sense."

Shen Jinshan looked at Sang Ran's back, with a barely perceptible smile on his face.

Sun Yi turned around suddenly, and Shen Jinshan didn't have time to stop smiling, his expression was torn for a moment.

Sun Yi didn't notice anything, she asked Shen Jinshan: "Who should we choose for the remaining spot?"

Although each country sends 30 participants to the competition, the judges want to squeeze in people and have them compete in pairs. It is said that this is a hidden rule of the organizer.

Even though I don't understand it, I still have to respect it.

Shen Jinshan glanced at him casually: "That one, the one you just asked for a photo with."

You're just running alongside me, so don't worry about your strength.

Sun Yi's purpose was just to get Sang Ran in, as for other people, she didn't care that much.

The two of them coincidentally pushed Xin Beibei to the position of a foil, as if because of her mediocre appearance, she would be subconsciously categorized as someone with mediocre abilities.

Sang Ran and Xin Beibei finished packing and watched the car drive away before saying goodbye to them.

On the way back to the company, Xin Beibei rubbed her arms and shuddered: "Sister Sang, do you think Shen Jinshan is weird?"

"Really?" Sang Ran thought for a moment, "Why do I feel like Sun Yi is weird?"

When she was leaving, Sun Yi had an inexplicable smile on her face, which completely overturned Sang Ran's previous impression of her.

In Sang Ran's eyes, it was normal for this person to have a sour face.

Neither of them found resonance in the other, so they simply ended the topic.

When I arrived at the company, it was almost time to get off work.

Sang Ran didn't want to go home. Tomorrow was Sunday, Pei Jingping's last day before his business trip. He would leave by plane early the day after tomorrow.

She sat in the office looking out the window. It started to drizzle from the sky again, with dark clouds and low pressure. She felt suffocated just by looking at them.

The phone on the table vibrated. Sang Ran broke away from his boredom, picked up the phone, and answered it absentmindedly.

Yao Ya's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Sang Ran, do you want to go shopping together tonight? I want to buy some clothes."

"Why do you suddenly think of buying clothes?" Sang Ran said this, but still stood up and packed his bag.

"Have you forgotten?" Yao Ya reminded her, "Tomorrow night is the class reunion. I plan to dress up nicely and blind their eyes. Let's see who dares to call me a tomboy!"

Tomboy Yao Ya is determined to get rid of the nickname that has been known to the whole school since elementary school.

She added, "You have to buy one too. I still remember what Liu Jie said about you behind your back in order to compete with you for the school beauty spot. This time, we must give them a slap in the face!"