Liang Zixuan ignored her and turned to leave with the cup in her hand.
However, Jiang Ning refused to let her leave just like that and blocked her path. She deliberately glanced at Yao Xiu and said, "Tonight is the Venice Film Festival, did you go there just like that? Aren't you afraid of losing face?"
Liang Zixuan stood silently and looked at Jiang Ning, who was already wearing her makeup as if she was going to marry the groom. She scoffed. "I'm not a big star, so I don't have to make myself very pretty, unlike you, a pheasant dressed up like a phoenix."
"You!" Jiang Ning's delicate face contorted in anger. "Who are you calling a pheasant?"
Liang Zixuan pushed Jiang Ning away in disgust. "Whoever answers me will be the pheasant."
