At this moment, Xia Weiyi, who had been silent, abruptly stood up from another makeup desk with a scuff.
Grabbing the makeup bag from the table, she flung it towards Hang Qingqing.
"What kind of freakout is this? It's just a few lousy movies you've done. Strutting around as if you're the queen of the world, you actually think you're some kind of superstar?"
"If you want to leave, then go quickly. Don't stand here yapping like a mad bitch, calling yourself a queen. I think you've got some serious thick skin!"
Hang Qingqing, suddenly barraged by Xia Weiyi's onslaught, was struck speechless, standing rooted to the spot and staring at her silently.
The entire room gasped in shock at the exchange.
As Xia Weiyi towered from standing in front of the makeup desk, with the light hitting her side face, her lips appeared a rosy red and her teeth gleamed white, her skin fairer than snow.
