After receiving the photographer's call, Xia Yanxin quickly agreed. "Okay, we're coming right away!"
After hanging up the phone, Xia Yanxin looked at Tang Feifei with a sorrowful face, "They're urging us!"
"Urging my ass, look at this face of mine, how can I even show it to anyone!! It's over, all my money has gone down the drain..." Tang Feifei's face was one of despair.
"Or, let's go up and have a look, ice your wound for a bit, and then see if the makeup artist can cover it up with foundation..."
Persuaded by Xia Yanxin, Tang Feifei went upstairs with the last glimmer of hope.
When the several makeup artists and photographers in the workroom saw it, they were all stunned. A scratch from fingernails was serious, but not too bad—if retouched in post-production, they could barely pass muster. However, the scratches on her face were too numerous, some even on her eyelids, making them difficult to deal with.
