Yan Luoxi pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing her come in, Song Ling awkwardly closed her mouth and sat back at her makeup table, pretending to touch up her makeup. She wouldn't dare to offend Yan Luoxi to her face, only daring to gossip behind her back.
From the mirror, La Zhuangzhuang saw Yan Luoxi enter with a stern face, her lipstick smeared and her lips red and slightly swollen, clearly indicating what she'd been up to just now.
Jealousy surged in her heart, and as she applied more force, there was a gasp from Xiao'ai, "Sister Zhuangzhuang, the lipstick broke."
La Zhuangzhuang lowered her eyes to see that her favorite lipstick had indeed broken in half. Her face darkened as she scolded, "What's with the screaming? It's just a lipstick."
Xiao'ai didn't dare to make another sound.
