"Sister Fanxing, the makeup line needs a spokesperson. Do you have anyone in mind domestically?"
Angie shoved a piece of pizza her way, asking as she did.
"I haven't dealt with celebrities. Do you have a list?" Su Fanxing pinched her nose bridge. The pizza was cheese-flavored, and, unprepared, it stuck to her lips, stretching into strings as she tugged at it.
Angie collapsed onto the table, laughing. Suddenly, she saw something strange and pointed at her mouth, "Sister Fanxing, what happened here?"
Su Fanxing licked away the cheese, looking at her expressionlessly, "Bring the list."
If her ears hadn't turned red, one might have thought it was nothing at all.
Angie gave her a meaning wink and, under her cold gaze, went out to fetch a list.
"We pre-screened these, thinking you had someone in mind already," Angie mumbled through her food, her words unclear.
Su Fanxing nodded slightly and browsed through the list.
