"My reputation—could the production team not know about it even if outsiders didn't? They didn't send Hong Qiaoxian over, nor any of those three male makeup artists, and only had you come over. Whose idea do you think that is?"
Liu Enxiao's badly battered mind finally started working again.
Because of Zheng Xuexin's words, she thought of Han Zhuoling.
Han Zhuoling just came last night, and today, she got arranged to come and do makeup for Zheng Xuexin.
Liu Enxiao trembled in fear.
Seeing that Zheng Xuexin's fist was about to land on her, Liu Enxiao knew that pleading with Zheng Xuexin was useless now.
She suddenly screamed out loud, "Save me! Save me!"
She tried her best to scream. People outside would surely hear her.
Even if no one came to save her, as long as her voice was heard by other people and, if she was lucky, they recorded it, there would be no end to this matter!
