Tang Yue's mind conjured an image of a haughty face, and she hesitated to ask, "You're not talking about Zhang Minmin, are you?"
Zhang Tingyu's smile deepened, and she affirmed with a nod, "Yes, it's her."
"She won't do."
Without a second thought, Tang Yue rejected the idea: "The clothing factory aims for a down-to-earth approach, and Zhang Minmin... her head is practically in the clouds. The temperament of the spokesperson must match the clothes; otherwise, the advertisement would be pointless."
"Cough." Zhang Tingyu cleared her throat. Tang Yue was right; Zhang Minmin was indeed very haughty at school, but when it came to friendliness, no one could match her.
She slowly said, "Xiao Yue, actually, Minmin has always liked imitating people on TV, and moreover, her appearance is quite outstanding, right?"
Zhang Tingyu and Zhang Minmin were first cousins, and it was said that they looked somewhat alike. Zhang Tingyu was well aware of Zhang Minmin's strengths and weaknesses.
