"It's too much; it's just too much…"
Her face flushed in anger. Her hands balled up into fists with the knuckles turning white.
Her assistant hurriedly helped her to the couch. Sitting her down, she comforted, "Shishi, don't be mad. You are about to start production; it won't be easy to apply makeup on an angry, wrinkled face, you know?"
Mu Xi tried to humor her to no avail. She sat rigidly on the couch; her fists lay stiffly on her knees.
Her face was pale and white as a sheet of paper.
