Luo Bingbing looked down at her with the pride of a victor, "Even if you scream your throat hoarse, Sihan won't give you as much as a glance. Knowing your business here, pleading for a murderer; your values really do match those of your cheap mother—despicable and shameless."
"Li Xue is not a murderer."
"Not succeeding in murder doesn't make her not a murderer, does it?"
"She's your makeup artist, and you've been very satisfied with her makeup skills, making you stunning in front of the camera more than once. What's the benefit for you in losing such a makeup artist?"
"Seeing you in misfortune and pain is much more satisfying than losing a makeup artist. Also, Sihan said if you keep wailing here, you'll face the consequences!" Luo Bingbing turned and left.
Tang Yu wanted to say something but dared not make a sound.
Is this the message Sihan wanted her to convey?
Yes, her presence here disturbed Sihan's good time—he would only despise her more.
