Chapter 1135
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Although Country Z was a big country, in terms of design, there were not many famous fashion designers in the world who stood out. Therefore, there were not many people who paid attention to that competition.
Moreover, Di Mingle had a gimmick, which was that she was the little princess of Country B.
Therefore, under the strong lineup of Country B, the reporters in the Chole Manor all took out their cameras and started filming.
Soon, the car door was opened by a guard in Country B's military uniform. The tall and handsome Prince An walked out of the car and gentlemanly reached out his hand to bring Princess Li Jiayin out.
Then, the couple looked into the car together. A girl in an exquisite short princess dress walked out of the car.
This person was Di Mingle, who had been humiliated in Country Z.
Today, Di Mingle had once again returned to being a happy and sweet little princess. She held Prince An in her left hand and Princess An in her right. She looked like the hostess of a grand banquet. Her face was filled with a noble and elegant smile, and she nodded at the camera.
A few reporters were arranged by the Di family of Country B. When they saw them, a group of reporters immediately surrounded Di Mingle to interview her.
These questions were nothing more than asking if Di Mingle had the confidence to get a place in the competition. If she became a Chole designer, would she stay in Country I? What did the royal family of Country B think of her becoming such an excellent designer?
These were all questions that had been planned from the beginning. Di Mingle answered smoothly and logically.
Until a reporter from Country I asked, "Princess Zhang Le, your performance in Country Z was not that outstanding. In fact, it could be said that you made a fool of yourself. After all, this competition is the finals. Are you ready to compete? "
Di Jingan did not expect that there would be such a blind reporter in the world.
After all, in Country B, the media was controlled by the royal family. If anyone dared to disobey or spout nonsense, their license would be revoked for life.
The reporter's words made Prince An and Princess An's face turn ugly, especially Prince An. The attitude of a superior was immediately displayed. The smile on his face was replaced by a fierce expression.
Instead, it was Di Mingle who replied with a smile, "Country Z has always had a tradition of modesty. Actually, the reason I went to Country Z to participate in the competition was to enter the finals with the first place in Country Z. To be honest, I made a fool of myself because I underestimated my opponent. I didn't expect the standards of the designers in Country Z to be so high, so I wasn't prepared at that time. Also, I always thought that I would get first place. That's why I thought I got first place when the host asked me to go up and speak. "
Di Zhangle smiled and asked the reporter, "Everyone makes mistakes. I don't think I've made a big mistake. Why would Mr. Reporter say that I'm a clown?"
The reporter nodded. "I'm talking about the ugliness. I'm referring to the fact that you got third place, but you arrogantly went to ask the first place winner to work for you in your design studio. At the same time, you even hired the Internet Water Army outside the door to shout that you were exposed. Princess Zhang Le, is there anything you would like to clarify? "
Di Jun Le clenched his fists, and the smile on his face could hardly be suppressed.
Fortunately, Prince An came out from the side and said with a smile, "Of course. Everyone has a heart of love for talent. Jing Jie, who got first place in Country Z's regional competition last time, is my niece Di Anran's younger brother. He is only 17 years old, and both his parents are dead. For the sake of An Ran, we felt that this child's future was limitless, so we wanted to take him in.
(End of Chapter)
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