After saying these harsh words, she pulled her hand back.
As if she hadn't done anything, she washed her hands again with ease.
Meanwhile, An Ruoyao's hands were trembling, and they were extremely sore. She didn't need to look to know that the makeup on her face had been ruined.
If she hadn't been leaning against the wall, she definitely wouldn't have been able to stand properly and would have fallen to the ground.
Song Yaoyao wiped her hands dry and glanced at her with a smile.
An Ruoyao looked as if she had been stung by a wasp. She quickly averted her gaze and avoided eye contact with Song Yaoyao.
"Very good, keep it up."
The dimples on the girl's cheeks were extremely sweet. If not for what she had done, her image would definitely be compared to an angel's: beautiful, exquisite, elegant, and pure.
