Xia Qinghan sat aside and watched Xia Xibei and the make-up artist chatting fervently, grumbling to herself.
She was just a make-up artist. What was there to talk about?
Watching Xia Xibei hand two small bottles to the makeup artist, she became even more dismissive.
Why would she try to please a makeup artist? Was Xia Xibei on drugs?!
They were the stars of tomorrow! Why did they need to please a makeup artist? This was just too low!
But it made sense. As Xia Xibei had little hopes of becoming a big star, she would have to lower her posture.
As for her, she would become a superstar in the future. She would be the one being flattered, so there was no need to ingratiate herself with others. Not to mention the fact that the woman was just a useless makeup artist. Working on such a small show, how powerful could she be?
