"We already know this, no need for you to remind us," Xu Mengying said coldly; yet, even though she knew, the idea of actually applying that stuff to her face was something she found hard to accept in the moment.
"Alright, let's hurry and get this stuff on, it's time to go for the shift change." A cool voice rang out. Ling Xi picked up several bottles from the desk and headed towards the room. Ling Miaomiao and the others followed without hesitation, while Han Xiaoxu and some others picked up another set, heading in a different direction.
Stamping her foot, Xu Mengying eventually followed, albeit reluctantly.
She couldn't understand why, but every time Ling Xi spoke, she would, just like Ling Miaomiao and the others, follow obediently without question, and yet, she didn't dislike it.
…
"Hey, Yangzi, have you figured anything out?" Diao Jun nudged Zhao Yang with his elbow slightly, pondering as he watched Ling Xi and her team's retreating figures.
