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As Janet had foreseen, public opinion began to shift favorably after a few days.

Many individuals who admired Janet’s design style voiced their support.

“Fashion should be diverse, and each style has its own merits. You may not appreciate her design aesthetic, but that doesn’t justify trampling on or ridiculing it.”

“Moving from criticizing her design style to launching personal attacks is more than just critique; it’s cyber bullying. “I find Janet’s design outstanding and uniquely styled. I support Janet.”

“I too support Janet…”

Witnessing the change in public sentiment, Lexi let out a sigh of relief. She couldn’t help but admire Janet’s ability to predict trends. “Boss, you’re incredible! How did you know the public opinion would shift?”

Janet smiled modestly. “Internet users have discerning eyes and aesthetic sense. They can judge the quality of a work for themselves.

my reputation, they can’t undermine my design skills. Eventually, users will return to a rational aesthetic sense. Those who were paid to

her words, Lexi’s admiration for Janet grew. “Boss, you truly have a knack for

bashful grin, Janet replied seriously, “Well, I’m not as proficient as you suggest. Let’s capitalize on this public sentiment and release the sets

“Absolutely, boss!” Lexi now

would follow her lead without

few design sets, the public not only began to appreciate Janet’s ninja novel.com work more but also

her social media account garnered hundreds

to an enormous influx of orders for Janet’s studio. “Hello,

my grandmother…’ The incessant phone calls and the

other designers’ creations that were often too specialized for certain events, Janet’s

Vivi was on

a fit of fury, she flung her phone at her assistant, her voice dripping with menace. “How could you botch this up? I’ve invested a fortune hiring these