The B*tch

As she spoke, she pretended to unintentionally separate Gu Zheng and Qiao Xi's interlocked hands and squeezed between the two of them. She looked at Qiao Xi with a naive expression. "Wow, Sister Qiao Xi, how did you do it that there aren't any pores on your face? Did you put on makeup? Unfortunately, my hands are too clumsy. I can't even put on makeup properly, so I can only go out without makeup. Sister Qiao Xi, do you have time to teach me how to put on makeup?"

Qiao Xi: "…"

She was a b*tch, wasn't she? She seemed to be praising but was secretly mocking Qiao Xi? This was a high-level tactic.

Qiao Xi smiled and was about to speak when Gu Zheng spoke up first, "You've put on makeup? Why didn't I see you putting it on?" From the moment the servant came up to knock on the door till they were done getting ready, less than ten minutes had passed. Could Qiao Xi have the time to put on makeup? Hadn't she just gone to the bathroom to wash her face before coming out?