C1870 A Dead Friend, a Fool.

Wu Mei knew what everyone was thinking. Only Wang Jing was still looking at her with a confused expression.

Before long, Wu Mei slowly walked over and said with a faint smile, "I recently designed a new set of clothes and need someone to help me. Who is willing to help me?"

As soon as Wu Mei finished her sentence, everyone's faces turned into bitter faces and looked at each other