Jiang Shuwan usually woke up late, but she woke up early today. She asked the stylist who she had hired to dress her.
"Nuannuan, are you awake? Go have your breakfast. After you're done, come do your makeup."
"No thanks, mom. You go ahead. I'm going for a jog."
"No way! You're the female lead for today's banquet. Come over here to get your makeup done."
"Mom, I don't need it. I'll do it myself." Zhong Nuannuan went out the door after drinking a glass of warm water.
She did not have holes in her brain. If she had really sat down and allowed her mother's stylist to do her makeup, she would end up looking like a clown during the banquet.
Seeing how Zhong Nuannuan had completely ignored her, Jiang Shuwan said to Zhong Kuijun who was standing at one side, "You're always saying that I don't treat her well, but look at her. Does she even see me as her mom? I offered to help her get dressed because I'm in a good mood, but she doesn't even appreciate my kind gesture."
