Normally, Xiaomei knows that Xia Jing takes great care of herself, especially since she's over thirty and wealthy—what else would she spend her money on if not on self-care?
This type of Dead Sea mud mask is all imported and quite expensive domestically, truly beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Now Xiaomei sees Xia Jing's face dark as though she had applied that layer of Dead Sea mud mask.
"I, I didn't put on a mask, my whole body is in pain, hurry up and call an ambulance."
Xia Jing said painfully.
At this moment, Xiaomei realized that Xia Jing truly hadn't applied a facial mask. She was dazed and hadn't noticed, and now she saw Xia Jing's face, which truly frightened her.
"Xia Jing, don't scare me. I'll immediately call an ambulance for you."
Xiaomei quickly dialed the emergency center, clarified the address, the community name, and floor number, then hurriedly got up.
Upon seeing Xia Jing's condition now, she felt something had happened to her.
