"What 'convenient' or 'not convenient'—I think you're just looking down on me, feeling that I'm inferior to Wen Zhi, deliberately making things difficult for me!"
Upon hearing this, the hairstylist became quite flustered and waved her hands in an attempt to explain, "Really, Miss Luo, you misunderstand!"
"Misunderstand? I think you're doing it on purpose! Acting like some fragile white lotus in front of Wen Zhi, do you think you're filming a movie here or what!"
Luo Qingqing snorted disdainfully, her words sparing no one.
The hairstylist was at a loss for words, awkwardly unsure what to say in the face of Luo Qingqing's distress, appearing on the verge of tears.
Wen Zhi frowned slightly.
She hadn't expected Luo Qingqing to cause trouble over this matter.
"Do you want to waste everyone's time because of yourself? Can you afford the time being wasted?" Wen Zhi asked sternly.
