"I don't understand why I need to be here," Ning Yue hissed through her teeth. She looked at her assistant as if she wanted to swallow her whole. "It's not as if I cannot afford to use my own stylist."
The assistant glanced around while throwing an apologetic look whenever she met someone's eyes.
Ning Yue's voice might not be loud, but the assistant was still worried that someone might hear the celebrity's words.
"Miss Ning." The assistant inched closer and whispered, "You might want to lower your voice. It's not good if someone hears you."
The assistant's reminder gained her another warning look from Ning Yue.
"Miss Ning," the assistant spoke again. "Remember what Sister An said. You have to watch your image."
