Xiaomei and the others were discussing what kind of base to use for their hotpot dinner tonight. A handsome designer said, "It has to be mild. If it gets any spicier, my face will be ruined."
He was a young man, clearly a well-known designer, with a good physique, but his face always seemed to have a few small pimples.
"Hahaha! We should make your face explode with pimples—all over!"
Xiaomei teased mischievously.
"Where's Qin Mu? I want to see her."
Qin Mingzhu marched in and immediately glanced at the spot where a few people were happily chatting. She yelled sharply, thinking, "You dare ignore my texts? Then I dare come here and find you myself."
