82 Won the Race

At this moment, Fang Mo'er looked extremely seductive.

"Do I look good?"

"Yes," Xiao Tian mumbled.

"As long as it looks good. Didn't you hear Mr. Chuck say that he wants to find a wild, mysterious, and feminine spokesperson? Look at my red dress, is it feminine enough?"

Xiao Tian reacted, "Indeed."

"Then, look at my veil, isn't it mysterious?"

Xiao Tian nodded again, it was indeed very mysterious. "Sister Fang, so your intention for competing in the horse riding competition is to show your wild side?"

Fang Mo'er did not answer. Instead, she walked straight out of the shopping mall and rushed to the competition venue.

She, Fang Mo'er, had all the elements that Chuck wanted.

Therefore, this horse riding competition was not just going to be a competition. It would also be a performance, a display.

The horse racing competition was simply the best venue for her performance.