Just when Wang Liwei was done, she stood up abruptly and let out a piercing scream.
The cup of coffee in front of Song Yu was empty.
Song Yu poured the hot coffee the waiter served on Wang Liwei's face right after she uttered those words.
The coffee was all over her hair and face. Her clothes were stained by the coffee, and it was dripping from her hair, lashes, mouth, and her chin.
Her face was red from the hot coffee, and her makeup was all messed up—the black mascara and eyeliner she wore were smudged. The mixture of coffee and smudged makeup was a startling sight. She was in shambles.
"Ah! It hurts!" Wang Liwei was still screaming. She hastily drew tissue paper to dry herself up, not knowing whether she had been disfigured.
Song Yu looked at her hastiness in trying to salvage the situation. She spoke coldly, "Selling the body is a skill mostly unique to you."
