Zhang Manhua paused a little. Since this woman steadfastly mentioned wanting to see Lily, she reckoned that this woman truly knew the man.
Hence, she only hesitated awhile before leading her to the studio the stylist and her daughter were in.
Along the way, she felt that this lady seemed to hold inexplicable disdain for her, so despite her affectionate and friendly nature, she did not talk to this lady.
However, despite her not speaking, the lady made the first move to talk to her.
"Are you the cleaner auntie here?"
"Er, no. My daughter is friends with the boss. She came here for a makeover," she slowly replied.
"Is that so…" The lady lowered her eyelids as an almost imperceptible cold glint flashed past her eyes.
Although she did not spot it, she still felt uncomfortable.
Tak, tak, tak!
The loud clacking of high heels against the floor announced their presence to two people in the studio.
