Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

Soon after, security guards arrived at the sound, but there were no models present. It seems that this fashion show, like a movie shoot, is spending money every minute and every second.

Although Tang Tang didn't think Feng Lan seemed to be short of money, judging from the obsession with so-called art that his mad dog personality showed, he must have some obsessive-compulsive disorder and anxiety.

So the models are probably still busy preparing for the opening soon.

Tang Tang isn't actually that violent. In fact, based on her personality, she can be considered a person with a very good temper.

She has always insisted on an eye for an eye.

She is no longer just Tang Tang, the orphan who struggled alone in a big city in her previous life.

She is the new heiress of the Newkman family and the woman destined to become the new godmother of the Italian Mafia.

So it's understandable that his temper has grown stronger.

And she really hates being pointed at and talked to.

Because that represents being superior, pointing fingers, arrogance, and oppression.

Tang Tang coldly wiped her hands clean, then casually tossed the paper in her hand onto the ground in front of the man.

"Even if I'm a model, I shouldn't point at people, okay?"

Before the security guard could speak, Feng Lan, holding a bunch of irises still covered in frost, dressed like a peacock and eagerly walked away.

“Dear Muse, it’s been a long time.”

He looked at Tang Tang with deep affection in his eyes, "Who made you unhappy?"

Tang Tang gestured with her chin, indicating that he should look at the person at her feet who was still crying while clutching his hand. "You said before that my butler was ignorant. I think your management isn't much better. At least my butler still calls you Mr. Fenglan."

Feng Lan's good mood upon seeing Tang Tang vanished instantly. He recalled calling his little Muse that morning, only to be answered by a man's voice, which was slow and unhurried, which annoyed him to no end.

Without even looking, he coldly told the security guard, "Take him away, find the person in charge, and tell him that if he puts these filler items in my show again, he can forget about taking over the rights to host my shows."

"and many more."

In fact, Tang Tang was sensible. Apart from the pain, the man's hand was not broken at all. She just wanted to be careful in her actions.

Tang Tang suddenly spoke up, turned around and looked at David. David immediately understood, took out a notebook from his pocket, skillfully wrote down a string of numbers and an address, and walked up to the disheveled man.

She then tore off the piece of paper and politely placed it in the man's still trembling hand. "I'm sorry, sir, my young master has a bad temper. If there is any further compensation... you can come to the Newman family to resolve it."

"Don't worry, we are all good people who understand the law."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man shut up completely, but dared not refuse, and could only tremblingly clutch the paper.

Tang Tang followed Feng Lan inside. This time, Tang Rou insisted on coming along, but David, being a man, was left behind.

In fact, Tang Rou was also aware that, given her master's fighting prowess, she was unlikely to encounter any major dangers.

But looking at the girl bouncing around in front of her, her hair swaying back and forth, Tang Rou felt that her little master was too precious. Even if she didn't encounter any danger, it wouldn't be good if she encountered some inexplicable dirty things.

"Do you want to leave during the opening ceremony, darling?"

Tang Tang looked at Feng Lan beside her with disdain, "Is this another case of just leaving on a whim?"

Feng Lan smiled brightly, "Of course, darling, my opening ceremony is always held at my own home, and the same goes for the closing ceremony."

Because I never believe anyone is worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with me.

"But darling, my show now belongs to you."

"Can I ride on you? I really can't walk like a model."

Although Tang Quan had accumulated over thirty points in his account through his quiet efforts, Tang Tang still didn't want to waste them on Feng Lan and his show.

Fenglan: There's no need to say more when you're heartbroken.

“Sure, baby,” Feng Lan’s eyes suddenly turned fiery. He suddenly bent down and placed the bouquet of irises in Tang Tang’s arms. Then, he put one arm under Tang Tang’s legs and wrapped the back of his other hand around her back, quickly pulling her into his arms.

Tang Tang was momentarily stunned when she was suddenly lifted into the air with the flowers in her arms. She did her best to control her hand, which almost reflexively punched Feng Lan.

"What do you want to do!"

Tang Rou's pupils contracted sharply, and she pulled her hand to her waist, pointing the gun directly at Feng Lan.

Completely disregarding the threat of the gun, Feng Lan held Tang Tang in her arms and complained in a rather affected tone, "See, darling, I told you your servants are all so rude."

Tang Rou: Launch! Launch! Launch!!!

Tang Tang numbly reached out and pressed down on Feng Lan's handsome and arrogant face, then stretched out her arm and pushed his dog face away. "That's enough, I'm busy, hurry up."

Feng Lan whimpered in grievance, then hugged Tang Tang tightly in his arms. He was in a good mood, like a dragon that had abducted a princess, having snatched her away right in front of Tang Rou.

Tang Rou laughed in exasperation.

If it weren't for the fact that her master seemed quite interested in this idiot, she would have sent him to heaven with several bursts of bullets long ago.

Now he can only put away his gun with a blank expression and then chase after the idiot who stole his little master.

Although Fenglan runs quite fast, you have to admit, this mount is pretty good; it's quite stable to lie in his arms.

"Mr. Feng—the opening ceremony—!!??"

Almost all the models, agents, and staff were stunned. They turned around and saw Feng Lan, and the girl in his arms with a funny expression on her face.

Who is this?

Is this really Feng Lan? Or has he been possessed? You're saying this man holding the little girl with a happy expression is the same Feng Lan who was always stern and made obsessive fans cry, and who publicly and venomously mocked female celebrities who were just trying to gain attention?

Everyone stared in disbelief as Feng Lan carried the person through the messy backstage area, then opened the designer's room and slammed the door shut.

No one dared to speak. Feng Lan's dominance was beyond question. The models, who were halfway through changing clothes, were exchanging glances with each other, and strangely enough, they all understood each other's meaning.

"Who is that? Good heavens! I always thought Mr. Feng was a misogynist."

"He's a misogynist, no, he's a misogynist. He hates everything equally—men, women, cats, dogs, pigs, cows, sheep."

"That girl was so pretty! Did you see her legs? They looked incredibly long, and the proportions were amazing."

"Indeed, it's just a little short."

Actually, she's not short at all. Tang Tang is at least 1.7 meters tall. It's just that these models are at least 178 meters tall, and almost all of them are 1.8 meters tall, which makes Tang Tang look a little shorter.

"But who was that? They went into the designers' lounge."

Actually, one of the models couldn't hold it in any longer, so she spoke in a low voice, and instantly a group of people surrounded her.

"This morning I saw the staff move a mannequin and a dress inside. They were being protected very carefully. It seems that it was one of Mr. Feng's collections."

Almost everyone understood what this meant. They looked at each other, and finally, without prior agreement, they all looked toward the closed door of the designer's lounge.