A Styling Team?
Xie Mi was stunned.
A company so broke that it took its artists to Shaxian Delicacies for team outings, bought nearly expired sunflower seeds for the break room, and made even its CEO, President Zhang, do the cleaning actually had the money to hire her a Styling Team?!
Although Xie Mi was extremely confident in her styling skills, she also had one guiding principle in life:
Only an idiot passed up a freebie.
Sticking to that principle, Xie Mi raced to the door in her Green Turtle Wheelchair.
The moment she opened it, the noise nearly perforated her eardrums.
"Sunshine in the east, rain in the west, Sister Xie's beauty beats all the rest!!"
"Three years of storms, three years of cheer, nothing works without Sister Xie here!!"
"A hero's roots don't matter to me; for instant beauty, I'm who you need! Sister Xie, your personal Styling Team-"
"Is~ here~!"
Under the glaring afternoon sun, a dark-skinned young man grinned, his dazzling white teeth practically blinding everyone around him. His smiling, crescent-shaped eyes held that familiar blend of innocence and stupidity.
Xie Mi went silent for two seconds, spun her wheelchair a full 180 degrees, and fled.
"Sister Xie!!"
Diao Mao lunged forward and grabbed her wheelchair from behind. "Why are you running?"
"Wouldn't you run if you saw a lunatic?" Xie Mi looked at him as though he were an idiot.
Diao Mao looked aggrieved. "President Zhang said you're famous now, Sister Xie, so as your assistant, I need to make an impressive entrance too."
"Did he tell you to make an impressive entrance or act like a lunatic?"
"I... Anyway, President Zhang meant that we can't let people think our company is some ridiculously poor company."
Xie Mi looked thoughtful. "Do people even need to