Fashion week had already begun in Milan with a large number of fashion shows daily. Normally speaking, there wouldn’t be a clash between large brands, but they would generally host some pre-heat shows to suppress their competitors, indirectly striking at their competitor’s activity.

The show was located at a lawn and the style seemed similar to a garden party with six white tents with white tables. It wasn’t as grand as Su Tao had imagined, and it was more similar to a lawn wedding. When they entered, there were snacks and desserts readily available on the tables.

Most of the men here were dressed in an old-fashioned gentleman-style with a handkerchief in their pockets. As for the females, they wore slightly more formal wear compared to a cocktail party.

The display hall was located further inside. The clothes and furniture had formed into a life environment. There were ten-odd models in the hall and they weren’t walking about, but flipping through magazines or chatting together.

They would only stand out when someone requested...