The taxi left the airport.
The cold woman and the flat-headed man sat in the back seat.
After a moment, the cold woman fished out a makeup mirror from her pocket, and used a makeup pencil to tidy up her appearance, smoothing the strand of hair on her forehead and tucking it behind her ear, making herself meticulously refined.
Thinking it over, she pulled out a sheet of lipstick paper and dabbed on a bright red lip.
Flat-head just happened to see this, but in the next moment turned his head as if he hadn't seen anything.
But the woman noticed, immediately dissatisfied: "Hey, hey, hey, Two, what kind of look was that, fish eyes? Are you really dissatisfied with me? Is my natural beauty really that unbearable to you?"
Flat-head: "Mm!"
"No matter how unbearable I am, I'm still prettier than the woman you have your eyes on, that's indisputable," the woman said.
"Mm."
"... I'm about to meet my little junior, isn't it alright for me to pretty myself up a bit?"
"Mm."
