"Cooking for yourself? Looks like you don't have much money at home either! Right, not all immigrants are rolling in cash. Even if you go abroad, you can't become Bill Gates!"
Jiang Xuanqi's voice was sharp and piercing, causing everyone to turn around and look. There she sat, legs crossed high, casually applying nail polish. As a performer who needed to maintain her figure, she might look good on camera, but in reality, she was skin and bones. Especially her hands, which were pale, but had slightly thick joints, resembling eagle claws. Paired with bright red nail polish, even though her face seemed as delicate and pretty as a porcelain doll, her expression at that moment was as fierce as a demon's.
For a moment, the whole set went quiet.
Unfortunately, Yu Zexiao had just passed by the resting area without stopping and went straight into the men's bathroom, utterly missing the commotion.
