A trace of panic flashed across Shao Xinxin's face as she quietly asked Shi Yiyin,
"Yiyin, is that Ms. Maggie?"
"Yes!" Shi Yiyin looked at Shao Xinxin with confusion.
"Didn't Ms. Maggie style your hair? Can't you recognize her?"
"I…"
At this moment, Shao Xinxin was rendered speechless.
Unaware of her subtle reaction, Shi Yiyin took a few steps forward.
"Ms. Maggie."
Maggie was about to head to the banquet.
As the stylist for the Qin family's little princess, she naturally had the privilege to attend the event.
Seeing Ann in front of her calling out, Maggie recognized her as the young lady from the Shi family whom she had met in the villa earlier.
Maggie smiled and raised her hand.
"Good evening, Lady Yiyin. We meet again."
"Yes."
Shi Yiyin crossed her arms in front of her chest, angrily accusing, "Does Ms. Maggie dislike me? You can style Xinxin's hair, but not mine!"
"Huh?" Maggie was taken aback.