บท 117: A Picky Asshole

Xue Ning sat in one of the chairs, somehow exhausted from lying down and staying still. Her eyebrow area still tingled from the plucking, but her skin had never felt smoother or softer. 

Just when she thought she could relax in her comfy bathrobe, a pompous voice interrupted her. 

"You're in my seat."

Xue Ning turned around to see a woman with dyed blonde hair, curled into voluminous waves, glaring imperiously at her. She raised her eyebrow.

"Get out." The woman continued, tilting her chin haughtily. "Don't you know who I am?"

Xue Ning continued to stare at her, and then took a long look around the room. There were more than enough empty seats for her to sit at, but she purposely decided to bother her.