The makeup artist frowned. "Miss Xia, I've been working at the television station for twenty years."
That meant that she was a senior makeup artist. Xia Wanyuan had no right to point fingers at her.
If it were anyone else, they might have been frightened by the makeup artist's aura, but Xia Wanyuan did not fall for it.
She had read so much television station information before recording because she wanted to understand more small details that she had never understood.
In her previous life, every time they faced diplomatic relations between the two countries, everyone would always be very polite.
If it were an ordinary person, both diplomatic parties would be polite and reasonable.
However, only both sides knew if the other party had done anything.
For example, the other party believed in Buddhism. There were Daoist statues on the table here. For example, the other party hated pigs, but they had to use pork for lunch here.
