Qiao Shishi studied Zhao Yue's face. "Still dare to say it's not true?"
Zhao Yue shook her head vigorously. "It's really not, Shishi, you mustn't believe the lies that wicked people are stirring up."
Qiao Shishi rolled her eyes and looked away. "Let me tell you, if I find out you have any ulterior motives, don't blame me for being impolite."
"I definitely won't," Zhao Yue hurriedly said.
"Hmm."
Then Qiao Shishi took Zhao Yue's lunch box and began to eat.
Sitting aside, An Ning couldn't help but smirk sarcastically.
This Qiao Shishi always claimed that she didn't know what was good for her, yet it was clear that the one who didn't know any better was none other than herself.
However, she had no intention of exposing Zhao Yue, letting her come to realize things on her own.
...
Just at that moment, a young assistant knocked on the door of the makeup room. "Miss An Ning, are you there?"
An Ning looked over. "That's me, what's the matter?"