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

Unlike her cold appearance, the woman spoke in a gentle tone with a faint smile on her face, which made her look less distant.

Sang Ran whispered back to her: "Just finished the seventh set."

As she spoke, the woman had time to look at her facial features. Xian Jingcheng thought he was not a talkative person, but he always felt that this beautiful girl in front of him had an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

She didn't give up, and continued to talk to Sang Ran: "The reporter asked a lot of questions just now, which took up some time."

Sang Ran nodded to show her understanding.

It seems that such a powerful person is not that difficult to get along with. In comparison, he is much more friendly and amiable than the average rich lady.

The man next to the woman grumbled in dissatisfaction: "If you insist on coming to the exhibition, I can just hire someone to take you home. There are so many people here."

Xian Jingcheng rolled his eyes at him and said, "I told you not to follow me. Look, as soon as you show up, all those reporters surround you for interviews."

"I'm just worried about you coming here alone." Although the man is old, he is just as grievance-prone as a child.

When Sang Ran heard the conversation between the two, she smiled secretly in her heart. It turned out that there were really people who could accompany each other for life and love each other so much.

Not all marriages are as broken as that of Sang's parents.

Sang Ran turned away again and focused on watching the show, but she could sense from the corner of her eye that the woman's gaze would occasionally fall on her face.

"Girl, how old are you?" Xian Jingcheng suddenly asked Sang Ran.

Sang Ran was startled and replied politely, "Born in 96, so I'm 28 this year."

"Born in 96?" The woman seemed surprised. She turned her head and whispered something in the ear of the man beside her.

After listening to this, the man turned his gaze to Sang Ran and looked at her carefully.

Sang Ran was a little confused and felt uncomfortable being stared at. She asked awkwardly, "Is there a problem?"

"No, it's okay." Xian Jingcheng smiled and shook his head, "I just feel that you look a little familiar."

Sang Ran didn't ask any more questions. There were so many people in the world, and big shots like them had met countless people. It was normal to see one or two people who looked like Sang Ran occasionally.

She turned her head and met Sun Yi's gaze on the stage. Sun Yi saw that she looked away without changing her expression, but her hands were quietly waving below.

He should be saying hello to Sang Ran.

The fashion show was still going on in an orderly manner. Seeing that the time was almost up, Sang Ran thought that there were only a few clothes left, so she might as well leave early to avoid being surrounded by reporters outside, making it difficult for her to leave.

Unexpectedly, just as she stood up, an unexpected situation occurred on the stage. Sun Yi, who had gone downstairs to change clothes, did not come on stage for a long time.

Some people around have already started talking.

The host was also a little embarrassed and repeated the announcement over the loudspeaker: "Ahem, please enjoy our next show, a tornado-themed fishtail dress."

There was still no movement on the stage.

A voice other than the host came from the microphone in the venue: "Something unexpected happened. Please ask everyone to wait for a moment..."

The sound came suddenly, and even the electromagnetic sound disappeared. It should be that the microphone was cut off.

Sang Ran frowned and looked at the backcourt. He could vaguely see Yan Qi, who seemed to be negotiating something, with a red face and thick neck.

The next second, the phone in the bag suddenly vibrated. Sang Ran thought it was Yan Qi, but unexpectedly it was Sun Yi.

She left the table and went to the corner to answer the phone: "Hello, what's the matter?"

"Sang Ran, emergency help! Come backstage!" Sun Yi's urgency could be felt even through the screen.

Sang Ran strode to the backstage, asking about the situation: "Is there something wrong with the dress?"

"No, you come first!"

Sang Ran hung up the phone and trotted to the backstage. He heard the host's voice again on the speakers: "Sorry, there was an accident backstage. Everyone can wait for a moment. We have prepared some desserts for everyone to taste."

Sang Ran walked to the dressing room backstage and found Sun Yi. She saw that her hair was half-undone, the corners of her eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry.

She asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Yan Qi followed her in and asked, "Why are you here?"

Sun Yi's voice was filled with tears, and she was impatiently untying her hair with her hands: "A makeup artist had a stomach upset and was severely dehydrated. She has gone to the hospital now. I can't handle it with just one makeup artist here."

"Ah?" Sang Ran looked confused, "I don't know how to put on makeup either."

Sun Yi raised her head: "It's not makeup. One makeup artist is enough, but it will take a long time."

Sang Ran was also anxious. This was her hard work, so how could she not be anxious?

She urged Sun Yi: "Get to the point, how can I help?"

"You help me walk the runway, and we'll take turns going on stage."

Sun Yi's words shocked Yan Qi so much that he was stunned, and Sang Ran even suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

She subconsciously refused: "No, I'm just a designer, I don't know how to do a catwalk, and these clothes are all made to your size."

Sun Yi said earnestly, "Please, my body shape is similar to yours, you should be able to wear it, and besides, you have never eaten pork, but you have seen a pig run."

"No, no." Sang Ran still refused.

"Sang Ran, you are the only one who can do this because there are no backup models here. Others either have no idea about catwalks or their image is not suitable. Only you can save me."

"Please, please." Sun Yi's anxious eyes drooped, but his hands kept smearing on his face.

She didn't even dare to think about how she would be scolded by the rival's black fans if she messed up this grand fashion show that had already bought a lot of press releases and hot searches.

If an artist makes a major mistake, regardless of whether it is her fault or not, it will affect her reputation and she will be criticized for her poor professional skills.

She doesn't have much acting skills to begin with, and if her fashion resources are affected because of this, it would be a loss.

Sang Ran was conflicted and embarrassed.

She really doesn't know how to walk on the runway, and it can even be said that she has never walked on the runway before. I can't imagine how embarrassing it would be if something went wrong on the stage.

Besides, she had to check the timing and positioning, and she didn't know anything about these.

It was something that had nothing to do with her, so there was no need for her to get involved in this mess.

After listening to Sun Yi's words, Yan Qi seemed to think it made sense. This was the best solution at the moment.

He then advised Sang Ran: "Why don't you give it a try? I'll give you more dividends later."

Financial inducement.

Sang Ran was just about to start thinking about not getting involved, but her idea was instantly shattered because she was short of funds right now.

Sun Yi was almost done putting on her makeup, and her mood had almost adjusted. She continued Yan Qi's words and said, "As long as you help me this time, I will definitely help you if you have any difficulties in the future."

Sang Ran's eyebrows jumped: "Anything is OK?"

"Yes! Anything is possible!" Sun Yi agreed readily, "I can record it for you as evidence."

Sang Ran gritted his teeth and just went for it: "Okay, you said so."

Sun Yi's eyebrows lit up instantly, she stood up and hurriedly adjusted the hem of her skirt: "Makeup artist, put makeup on her, as quickly as possible!"

After saying that, she lifted her skirt and left.