Finally, when Jing Qian stood right in front of Jing Lu, Jing Lu felt as if the other party was grabbing her by the neck even though Jing Qian didn't say a single word.
Jing Qian took the bottle from Jing Lu's hand and gently placed her thumb on the top of the bottle. As she squeezed the bottle, a small amount of liquid foundation dropped onto Jing Qian's index finger.
The way that Jing Qian was staring at Jing Lu was filled with mockery.
"Wild boars aren't used to eating fine grains. Therefore, you shouldn't force yourself either. Since you aren't at that level, you should just do things that are appropriate with your identity. Otherwise, you might embarrass yourself.
With that said, Jing Qian rubbed the foundation on her finger onto Jing Lu's reflection on the mirror, even trying to clean her finger.
