Fu Ya lifted her eyelid and picked up a lipstick from the makeup table, opened it, and looked at the shade. She instructed the makeup artist very rudely, "Use this lipstick on me later."
Then she finally answered the makeup artist's earlier question, a smug expression crossing her gaunt face, "It's my new song, catchy, isn't it?"
The makeup artist disliked her haughty demeanor, but she couldn't do anything about it since the girl's father was a company director. Even though she felt annoyed, she had to endure and give face to the young miss, "Catchy."
She said it was catchy, but her interest in the song had waned.