Listening to Yang Chen talk enthusiastically, Wu Qiaoyun believed Yang Chen truly had real skills in fashion design, but she regretted delving deeply into this topic with him.
The problems pointed out by Yang Chen were direct and hit the nail on the head, leaving Wu Qiaoyun quite embarrassed.
"If you modify the hip area a bit and raise the overall waistline, your figure would be showcased perfectly." Yang Chen said.
Wu Qiaoyun opened her mouth, yet didn't know what to say.
Because she felt she had nothing to say, Yang Chen's words were extremely correct, and she couldn't find any flaws at all.
"Amazing!" Pei Yuxin couldn't help but admire.
She didn't expect Yang Chen had such talents.
After all, she was a model and had a liking for fashion design and styling, always wanting to learn fashion design but hadn't had the time to study it formally.
In her bookshelf, basically eighty percent of the books were about fashion design.
Wu Qiaoyun smiled awkwardly, wanting to refuse.
