Jiang Ling had her nails done, sharp as talons.
With a willful flick of the hat, she scratched Fu Han's scalp, even plucking out a few strands of hair.
Fu Han gasped for air, clutching her head and wondering if she would go bald.
But everyone else was staring at her face in shock, unconsciously comparing her to the actress Jiang Ling.
Fu Han had a slightly wheatish complexion, a symbol of health and youthful zest, with exquisite features, and outstanding beauty.
Just a touch of red lipstick made her dazzling to the point that it was hard to look away...
Jiang Ling snapped out of it, clenching her fists and staring intently at the other's face.
She knew she rarely felt such aggression towards someone unless they posed a significant threat to her.
She dared to dress scantily, and the woman in front of her could do the same, or even surpass her in gaining attention more quickly.
