CHAPTER 275: CHAPTER 275

Qiao Qiqi, "..."

Please continue your performance; I don’t have time to play along with you!

Qiao Qiqi turned and walked away. Rong Yun’s gaze flickered between them, and Zhou Tongtong awkwardly smiled, "My sister just has this personality, Rong Yun, please don’t mind her."

"I don’t mind." After saying that, Rong Yun turned and followed Qiao Qiqi’s pace.

Zhou Tongtong, "?"

Why is it that every time I encounter Qiao Qiqi, things never go as I expect?

With so many people here, shouldn’t Qiao Qiqi be trying to play up the deep sisterly bond with me for the sake of her image?

"Miss Zhou, are you and Miss Qiao sisters?" Brother Yang looked at her in surprise, and Zhou Tongtong smiled affirmatively.

"Well, I really wouldn’t have guessed! Miss Qiao is very exquisite looking; you two don’t resemble each other at all."

Brother Yang’s genuine question left Zhou Tongtong’s expression frozen instantly!

"Ahem... So, you two are from the same place?" Brother Yang realized he might have hit on a sore spot, so he quickly changed the topic. After all, Rong Yun had invited them, so he had to be polite.

"Yes, we’re from the same place... but Qiqi isn’t my aunt’s biological daughter."

"Oh, oh, she doesn’t look it!" Brother Yang nodded earnestly and frankly.

Zhou Tongtong, "???"

Why do these people have such peculiar focus? I clearly meant that Qiao Qiqi is just an adopted daughter!

Backstage, Rong Yun led Qiao Qiqi around, introducing her to various places and explaining what each area was for. Rong Yun’s dressing room was large, with no less than ten stylists alone.

Qiao Qiqi was finally getting to see more of the world. In her previous life, she lived humbly and was later kept away from everything, never having the chance to be exposed to such things.

"Rong Yun, everything else has been rehearsed except the piece you and Miss Zhou are collaborating on. Do you want to practice it ahead of time?" Brother Yang came over to inquire.

Rong Yun also thought it made sense and turned to Qiao Qiqi, "You sit here for a bit; I’m going to practice with her."

"Okay, you go ahead." Qiao Qiqi had no objections, and Rong Yun immediately had someone bring her plenty of snacks.

A commotion suddenly erupted in the distance, and Brother Yang immediately approached. He soon saw a makeup artist furiously exclaiming, "You broke my eyeshadow palette; you must compensate me! Two thousand yuan!"

Zhou Tongtong frowned and argued, "Why don’t you go rob someone? How dare you ask for two thousand for this junk? Are you crazy?"

She had just thought the eyeshadow palette looked nice and wanted to take a closer look. But her hand, already in pain from a fall, couldn’t hold it properly, and it crashed to the floor in pieces.

Ultimately, wasn’t all this Qiao Qiqi’s fault?

If she hadn’t pushed me, how could my hand have been too hurt to hold the eyeshadow palette firmly?

"Have you seen what a pathetic sight you are? How dare you call someone else poor? This outfit of yours is probably something you got for 9.9 yuan with free shipping! And look at your hair, no shine at all, clearly never taken care of. And those shoes, oh my god, plastic sandals, ohmygod! It’s like you’re offending my eyes!" The makeup artist wasn’t easy to deal with; being able to style Rong Yun meant they were well-known, so everything they used was a luxury brand—something Zhou Tongtong simply didn’t understand!

In her understanding, the most expensive eyeshadow palette was no more than a hundred plus yuan, and even the town mayor’s daughter had shown it off to her!

The makeup artist’s words made everyone stare at Zhou Tongtong’s clothes and hair and the shoes on her feet, and her toes curled in embarrassment, the shame almost causing her to wish she could disappear.