"Miss Qin, Young Master said those public relations managers from luxury brands are too vulgar and shouldn't bother you. So he instructed me to filter them for you first, to select the best, newest, and most valuable items for you to review, so as not to tire your eyes..."
Qin Xin remained noncommittal.
Casually glanced around at these battle dresses from Paris Fashion Week and the top haute couture gowns painstakingly crafted by various designers.
"This brand's concept doesn't work, outdated."
"This one has already left the fashion circle. Its fabric and presentation are incomprehensible, too incoherent."
"This one's cutting is poor, the basics are too lacking."
"This color combination is problematic, it gives me a headache to look at..."
"Is this fashion or a rag?"
Qin Xin bluntly pointed out a heap of flaws, then sighed, "Have this year's designers all rusted their brains? Is Fashion Week about to go bankrupt?"
