Listening to the constant harsh urging from outside the door, Su Qian wiped her tears while touching up her makeup.
Despite trying her best to control her emotions.
But the tears kept rolling down, smudging and ruining the makeup she had just applied time and again.
She forced herself to hold back her sorrow, reapplying her makeup repeatedly.
But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how well her makeup was applied, it couldn't hide her exhaustion.
"You wasted half a day in the room, just to look like this?"
As soon as the door opened, Su Qian saw a plump woman blocking her way.
"Ah, Auntie, I-I'll go fix my makeup again." Su Qian stammered timidly, her tone very humble, clearly showing her fear of the woman in front of her.
"Fix what? Who do you think you are? Does the whole world have to wait for you?" The woman's expression was cold, her words full of disdain.
Then, like a fan, she raised her hand high, about to hit down.
"Enough!"
