"Figure it out yourself!"
Fang Han gave Ning Xian a cold snort, grabbed her bag, and stomped in her high heels—clack, clack, clack—to the door, yanked it open with an imposing air, and walked out.
She was a full 1.68 meters tall, and ever since she was little Ning Xian had raised and pampered her with the utmost care.
Even if right now her face only had a layer of ghastly pale base makeup on it, just looking at her back as she walked off in that pink silk robe, she was still fair-skinned, pretty, long-legged, and carried an astonishing aura when she walked.
Seeing her daughter carry on like that, Ning Xian was naturally furious.
But as she watched her daughter stride off, she quickly thought of what she'd said to her before they came, and hurriedly chased after her. "Where are you going? Your makeup isn't even done yet!"
Fang Han walked off without so much as a backward glance.
