No way around it, finding someone was paramount.
The selector was a woman in red, who looked somewhat harsh.
Before her, one by one, the girls walked past and were questioned.
In Duan Yun's eyes, this woman had a bit of an HR vibe to her, and the kind that was prone to giving a hard time to workers.
"How old are you this year?" the woman in red asked.
"Eighteen," a woman replied.
"Eighteen? You look like twenty-eight would be a conservative guess. Take off your shoes," the woman in red said sternly.
The woman hurried to remove her embroidered shoes.
The woman in red was dissatisfied and said, "Big toe turning outwards, no good."
The woman had no choice but to leave, aggrieved.
The women in front were either happy or sad; some were selected, and others were eliminated. Even Duan Yun couldn't figure out the actual criteria and felt a bit anxious.
After all, he wasn't really a woman.
But Murong felt very confident.
