Their appearance is their future. No matter what gets hurt, their faces must remain untouched. Therefore, Yi Ling naturally knew that even though Qiaoqiao was covered in wounds at the moment, what mattered most to her was her swollen face from being slapped.
Qiaoqiao glowered at her, but she didn't want to expose their animosity in public. She thanked her, "Thank you, sister Yi Ling."
The atmosphere suddenly felt a bit turbulent. Everyone glanced at each other, understanding what was going on, and without lingering, they each dispersed.
Not long later, Yi Ling's little maid did bring the hibiscus jade face cream. After the maid left, Qiaoqiao threw it on the ground and shouted, "Don't I have good things here?! Why would I yearn for yours?!"
