###Chapter 72 Cindy, apologize!

A word that pulled Eric's thoughts back. He pressed down his aching temples and gave a sullen, cold word, "Tomorrow." Eric's eyes circled the ballroom and settled on a certain figure, his long legs stepped down the steps and walked straight through the crowd. At the other end of his line of sight, Cindy was being dragged outside by Noman. "How did I play just now? I think there is still room for improvement." Cindy asked with a frown as she carried her skirt. Noman glanced at her with a headache, "You will become the star of this fashion week tomorrow." He knew she was already very reined in. It was that Linda who was too unbidden to curse. "That's right, I ......" Cindy still had a few smug words in her voice. "Let's talk," Eric interjected across the line, interrupting her next words. Cindy was startled by the sudden appearance of such a person behind her, and then, she went over. Noman's brow knitted and pulled Cindy to his side, "Talk about what? She has nothing to talk