Nan Jiaojiao noticed it and looked up, asking, "Did I hurt you somewhere?"
"No."
Xiao Yu said, "I've caught a cold these past few days, and my rhinitis flared up. I almost couldn't hold it in just now, sorry about that."
He turned away and covered his mouth to sneeze.
"Sorry, I'll handle it myself. Just tell me what to do, and I'll listen to you."
The agent interjected, "Let Xiao Nan do it, don't steal his job. Just be a good model and stand there."
"Brother Hui..."
"Xiao Nan, don't listen to him. He's all show and no substance, especially lacking in fashion sense. If it weren't for the team stylists controlling his wardrobe, he'd have been mocked into oblivion ages ago. You do it however you like, and he'll go along with it."
Is he that bad?
Nan Jiaojiao had seen him twice in the Capital City.
Dressed pretty well, honestly. Not bad at all.
Those were probably both formal occasions.
She nodded, "Alright."
