Xia Xue, still in her dreams, was jolted awake by her phone's ringtone. Last night, she had been busy discussing the spring and summer exhibition with the designers until midnight and only returned home in the morning.
"Is there a problem at your shop, Sister Zhi Qing?" It was ten in the morning, and the beauty salon had just opened. What could have gone wrong? Xia Xue rubbed her forehead and lay back on the bed, feeling exhausted.
"Xiaoxue, I'm sorry to disturb your sleep." Zhi Qing deliberately lowered her voice in the office. "Don't say anything, just listen," she said as she extended the phone outside the door.
It was the sound of a woman's argument and someone trying to calm her down. Xia Xue was now wide awake. "Is it about the 'inone' product?" Xia Xue inquired softly.
