"Su Xingyu, enough!" Su Xingqi's voice was filled with anger, "If you don't like me, just say it! There's no need to falsely accuse me under the guise of righteousness! When have I ever had plastic surgery? Don't spit venomous accusations!"
Plastic surgery is something most women in the circle would do, but most would never admit to it.
Now, Su Xingyu was exposing her in front of everyone, making her very embarrassed.
Su Xingyu remained unfazed: "Whether you've had plastic surgery is something you know very well yourself." Having lived under the same roof with this sister for more than ten years, she knew all about her surgeries. Moreover, even if she didn't, her keen eye could easily discern which models had altered faces and which hadn't.
She was a very talented photographer, naturally sensitive to these things.
Su Xingqi looked at Qin Mu: "Qin Mu, I haven't had plastic surgery; it's Su Xingyu who's spitting out venom!"
