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“Look, there are plenty of fashion gurus here, even the most famous designer in the country, Guan Qing, has shown up. No one has ever heard of any ‘grand finale masterpiece’…” Guan Zhizhi stared at Ye Shu and the elderly man with immense pride.

Just as she had yet to finish her sentence, Guan Qing stood up.

She adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses and, under everyone’s gaze, cleared her throat and said, “I have indeed heard about Flanance’s grand finale masterpiece…”

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