"Why are you still standing there?" Qiao Anchu chuckled softly, tilting her head towards Qiao Xiaren, "Miss Qiao, since you're busy with calls, why not let your makeup artist work on me first? How does that sound?"
Arrogant and domineering, surrounded people stayed silent, expecting Qiao Xiaren to explode, yet she simply nodded and walked away.
Qiao Anchu was left unsatisfied, as her cold smile vanished from her lips.
Variety shows often have a malicious edge, where pranks and neglect are commonplace. Qiao Xiaren had dealt with this before, but she still found it tiresome.
If she could rise to a higher level, perhaps she wouldn't need to participate in such publicity-driven TV shows. But given her current popularity and status, she can't refuse these superficial promotional gigs like the A-list actors can.
As soon as the show ended, Qiao Xiaren left the backstage of the TV station.
