"Miss Qin, our model Miaomiao suddenly had a stomach ache and couldn't walk the runway! What do we do now?!" The staff was sweating profusely and he was out of breath.
"Ah! How did that happened??!" Qin Zhuzhu felt like a hammer had knocked her head. She almost lost her balance.
"She ate something bad yesterday so the others are taking her to the hospital,"
"What?!"
"How did that happened?!"
"What should we do?! What should we do?!" Jingmin paced back and forth, repeating her sentence like a jammed record player.
Immediately, there was chaos and panick in the backstage. Everyone was anxious and crazily worried.
Miaomiao was supposed to wear their best and most important clothes. She was born with a beautiful natural figure, tall and with a fair jade like skin which made her look ethereal. But now that she wasn't here, how were they supposed to go on?
