The chilly wind swept in from outside the window, and the smell of perfume in the room suddenly faded a lot.
Ruan Qi's nose, which was stinging from the irritation, felt a bit more comfortable, while Xiang Feifei's expression turned sour.
She crossed her arms and looked at Mo Lan with displeasure, "I spray my perfume; if you don't like it, you can leave. I'm not forcing you to smell it. Which artist's assistant are you? Where is your artist? Do you even understand the rules of the entertainment industry?"
"How come I didn't know there's such a domineering rule in the entertainment industry?" Before Mo Lan could speak, a soft voice suddenly echoed in the makeup room.
Xiang Feifei turned her head at the sound.
Before, with so many people in the room and Ruan Qi sitting with her back to the door, Xiang Feifei hadn't noticed her presence.
Now, finally, Xiang Feifei saw Ruan Qi's face, which was even more beautiful than hers.
