Wu Yunna bent down, grasped Xia Qiqi's chin with a tight grip that made Xia Qiqi cry out in pain.
"Don't shriek like that; it's disgusting. You're a Xia, and I'm a Wu," Wu Yunna said with disgust, flinging her face to one side.
Letting go, she pulled a tissue from her bag and meticulously wiped her hand that had just squeezed Xia Qiqi's chin, not missing any crevice as if she were wiping off some trash.
Qin Youbei stood in place, looking at the overbearing Wu Yunna, and sighed helplessly, "Five years and her personality hasn't changed one bit."
"What did you say?" The stylist thought Qin Youbei was speaking to her, but the voice was too soft, and she didn't hear it clearly.
Qin Youbei smiled and shook her head: "It's nothing."
But her expression became a bit somber as she looked at Wu Yunna, who was disdainfully saying to Xia Qiqi, "Here's a piece of advice: sometimes, you need to recognize the environment you're in. Not even knowing your place is truly disgusting."