The power of the crowd was powerful. With each word, in less than a minute, Mo Kexin was completely ashamed.
She stomped her feet and didn't say anything. She turned around and walked out the door.
Qiao Anran lowered her eyes calmly and allowed the makeup artist to continue painting with trembling hands. She could feel a needle-like gaze staring at her. Her gaze was either pleasant surprise, lament, lament, or impulse.
However, to her, aside from being disgusting, she was still disgusting.
The man's footsteps approached inch by inch. Even the fragrance of the huge rose could Qiao Anran be clearly smelled.
Suddenly, the makeup artist stopped.
Qiao Anran still didn't open her eyes. She simply said," Xiao Ya, continue."
"But... Miss Qiao..." The makeup artist's voice was very awkward.
