Nian lie's mother.
The woman who had once been gentle and arrogant in front of her, but had revealed her sharp fangs in the end.
Those two slaps made her feel as if there was wind blowing by her ears and her cheeks hurt when she thought about it.
"Sister Qingqing, what's wrong?"
Yu Shu's question pulled ning Qing back from her thoughts.
She shook her head and took the clothes from the other party.
It was a deep-red cheongsam, tailored to her figure. The peony pattern was dignified and elegant, and the gold thread buttons and stitches on the edge were neat.
Ning Qing quickly changed in the fitting room. The moment the curtain was lifted, Yu Shu and the two makeup artists were once again stunned.
"It's so beautiful!"
