Ning Xia, with her hair as puffed as instant noodles, seemed as if it had been deep-fried in a pot, her entire head exploding into a frizzy mess.
The layers of powder on her face were indeterminable, leaving her complexion pale as death; as she walked, flecks of powder fell off her face. To make matters worse, she had heavily applied smoky makeup that, combined with her ghostly pallor, made her eyes as dark as a giant panda's. And then, there were her lips, smeared with a deep purple lipstick so dark it was as if she were suffering from mercury poisoning.
The vice officer glanced at her and was dumbfounded on the spot.
Goodness, Ning Xia, what drama are you pulling off here? Are you starring in a horror film or performing in a grand opera?
Ning Xia approached with a spring in her step and stood in front of Mrs. Bo, apologizing slightly, "Mrs. Bo, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
After finishing her words, she raised her hand and grinned at Mrs. Bo, "Hello, I'm Ning Xia."
