Su Xiaotian was right behind Director Duan, clearly hearing the staff member's words.
Could it be that Fujiwara had made a move?
Subconsciously, Su Xiaotian felt this was the most likely scenario.
It seemed Fujiwara was determined to see things through to the end.
She just didn't know what he had done to make the staff member look so worried.
Su Xiaotian couldn't help but start to worry.
They had already sacrificed so much for this promotional event, and success was just around the corner. If Fujiwara ruined it, wouldn't all their efforts be in vain?
"Director, Wu Menglan just twisted her ankle and can't go on stage."
The staff member looked very anxious. Wu Menglan had seemed fine earlier, but now she appeared quite unreliable.
How could a person who was perfectly fine not even be able to walk properly? She had actually sprained her ankle.
However, this was not the time to dwell on that; the problem needed to be solved first.
If this problem couldn't be resolved smoothly, other problems would be difficult to address.
After a busy day, the highlight was the models taking the stage.
Almost everyone in the Chinese delegation was anticipating a stunning debut today.
In fact, many delegations were optimistic about China, believing that China would emerge as the biggest winner this time.
Now, with China's model unable to take the stage, the problem was serious.
Especially for those who had already expressed interest in collaboration, they might back out due to this issue.
The staff member hadn't failed to consider finding a replacement.
However, the dresses being showcased today were Mamian skirts, and it would certainly not be suitable to have a foreign model wear them.
In terms of facial features and temperament, it wouldn't match, looking awkward and potentially detracting from the presentation.
Their own team had too few female members, only two.
Therefore, he had to rush to find Director Duan.
Director Duan also frowned after listening.
Director Duan had naturally considered the problems that the staff member had thought of.
Moreover, he had thought about them more deeply.
A model wouldn't sprain their ankle for no reason. Although Wu Menglan was not entirely reliable, as a professional model, she shouldn't be so unstable on her feet.
The only possibility was that someone had acted behind the scenes.
As for who had acted, there was no need to even think about it – it was obvious who it was!
Fujiwara had no intention of giving up easily this time.
With only a few tens of minutes left before going on stage, it was too late to find another model.
They could only find someone on the spot.
But modeling required professional individuals.
Under the current circumstances, Director Duan dared not use models from foreign delegations.
However, there were no other female colleagues within the team, leaving only Su Xiaotian.
He cast his gaze towards Su Xiaotian.
Su Xiaotian was good-looking and had a decent figure, but she lacked professional skills.
A young girl like her would probably be scared on stage!
He wanted to ask Su Xiaotian, but he didn't get the chance.
At that moment, Fujiwara arrived.
Fujiwara had a smug smile on his face, looking at Director Duan with an expression of someone enjoying a good show.
Su Xiaotian stood demurely behind Director Duan, appearing quiet and inconspicuous, but in reality, she was observing Fujiwara.
She had a very bad impression of this man. Although she tried to minimize her presence, she could feel him constantly staring at her.
She could even sense something ambiguous in his gaze when she noticed him looking at her.
This feeling made her extremely uncomfortable.
It was as if Fujiwara were a hunter, and she were his prey.
Fujiwara indeed saw Su Xiaotian standing behind Director Duan.
This woman was too beautiful, making him feel a flutter in his heart.
Who wouldn't like such a young and beautiful girl?
Who wouldn't want to cherish her?
Director Duan also sensed something amiss in Fujiwara's gaze. He knew Fujiwara and knew what kind of person he was.
But when had Fujiwara set his sights on Su Xiaotian?
Director Duan subtly took a step to the side, a step that perfectly concealed Su Xiaotian behind him.
When Fujiwara looked again, he could no longer see Su Xiaotian.
All he saw was the old man, Duan Ziming, who was completely uninteresting.
Fujiwara naturally understood that this was Duan Ziming's way of protecting Su Xiaotian.
He couldn't help but chuckle lightly. It seemed this young girl and Duan Ziming had an unusual relationship; he wondered what their connection was.
Now, with Duan Ziming adopting this posture, was it out of jealousy?
If so, Fujiwara became even more determined to make Su Xiaotian submit to him.
Men, often, besides competing in their careers, also compete in their popularity with women.
Duan Ziming felt extremely uncomfortable, and his gaze towards Fujiwara grew colder.
Since he could no longer see the beautiful Su Xiaotian, Fujiwara had to address Su Xiaotian directly.
"I heard your team has encountered some problems. Do you need my help?"
Fujiwara put on an air of enjoying the show.
He had thought for a long time but couldn't find a way to sabotage China's clothing.
The Chinese people were very cautious this time, and his people couldn't get close.
In the end, he took a different approach and directly arranged for someone to deal with the Chinese model.
He had to admit that the Chinese model's personality flaws made it very easy for him to succeed.
That woman had almost no brains.
Now, he wanted to see what Duan Ziming could do!
Without models, no matter how good the clothes were, it would be all for naught. Duan Ziming couldn't possibly go on stage to showcase them himself, could he?
Thinking of this, he felt he was quite clever for coming up with such a brilliant plan.
Director Duan smiled and said, "There's no need for you to worry about that."
Director Duan was unsure, but at this moment, it was all about playing mind games. He knew exactly what Fujiwara wanted to see, so he wouldn't give Fujiwara a chance to laugh at him.
Fujiwara hadn't expected Duan Ziming to still be able to smile at this point.
However, in Fujiwara's opinion, Duan Ziming was simply putting on a brave face.
He wanted to see what he could do.
It was only a matter of a few tens of minutes; he could wait.
Fujiwara didn't take it to heart and turned to leave.
Su Xiaotian, standing nearby, was holding her breath with anxiety.
After all the effort they had put in, could they still fail?
"Director Duan, what should we do?"
Su Xiaotian asked with great concern.
This Fujiwara was truly too arrogant. After doing something like this, he still dared to come and gloat.