Mo Qingyi struggled to stand up, waved the makeup artist's hand away, and narrowed her eyes, "Who are you really? What have you done to me?" At this moment, even Mo Qingyi's voice was weak.
By now, Mo Qingyi had realized something was off about this makeup artist, but she didn't recognize this person at all. What exactly was their intention?
The makeup artist smiled lightly and resumed her own voice, "You are indeed clever, but... you chose the wrong time to be clever."
Mo Qingyi was indeed clever, but she had realized it too late.
Now, in this makeup room, there was no one else except for her and Mo Qingyi.
At this moment, Mo Qingyi was like a trapped animal.
Completely at the mercy of others.
Hearing this voice as gentle as water, Mo Qingyi's brow twitched sharply as she demanded, "Are you Xi He?!"
"It seems you really do know me well." The makeup artist reached to remove the Human Skin Mask from her face, revealing delicate features.
This person was indeed Xi He.
