I have to say, Zhao Xiaoting truly was a professional actress; the art of performing had seeped into every aspect of her daily life.
She even looked beautiful when she cried.
Her expression, a mixture of suppressed grievances and pearly tears, was truly a pitiable sight.
"Alright, if you keep crying, you'll ruin your meticulously applied makeup."
Yan Feifan reminded her, then immediately asked, "What on earth happened?"
"At a party like this, would someone really dare to cause a scene?"
Zhao Xiaoting quickly used the pad of her pinky to gently dab the corner of her eye. She then took a small compact mirror from the handbag slung in the crook of her arm, checked her reflection, and finally seemed to relax.
"I ran into a senior from a few years above me. He… was being a complete jerk, and the things he said were horrible."
Yan Feifan's expression darkened. Just then, the handsome Youth beside him suddenly asked, "Did he hit on you before?"
"And you turned him down?"
