People were speaking in increasingly ugly terms.
Ruan Qi, who was closing her eyes to apply foundation, slowly curved her lips into a smile.
Shen Wenqian's face darkened as he glanced at Ruan Qi and then turned to walk to the makeup room door.
Then, he lifted his foot and, bang—a loud noise!
He kicked the door hard.
The door made a massive sound.
Everyone in the photo studio jumped.
The conversation of those people stopped abruptly.
Shen Wenqian snorted coldly and slammed the door shut with force.
After applying her foundation, Ruan Qi stealthily opened one eye and through the mirror, saw Shen Wenqian's sour expression, her eyes brimming with laughter.
"Brother Shen, don't be angry, I'm fine," she said.
Shen Wenqian approached with a stern face.
He glanced at Ruan Qi, casually opened a bottle of juice, inserted a straw, and handed it to her.
