As Lin Ruochun happened to be passing by Wen Qiao's door, she heard the sound of the door opening and instinctively turned her head. The next second, she frowned in distaste: "Ew, after landing the international brand ES, how come you look even more disheveled?"
"Even when I'm barefaced, I'm pretty tough," Wen Qiao leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, looking as relaxed as if her bones had melted and half-closing her eyes as she watched Lin Ruochun, who was still dressed immaculately. "Plus, there's a makeup artist to style me later, so why bother fussing now? And, I'm afraid if I dress up too nicely, I might steal your thunder."
Lin Ruochun chuckled coldly, "Heh heh, your skin is indeed thick enough to take a beating, being so unabashed."
"That's confidence in my looks," Wen Qiao replied.