Ye Chuqing was not afraid of offending him. She said with a sly look in her eyes, "With your attitude, you will never become a first-rate makeup artist."
"What did you say?" The makeup artist was suddenly angry. How could she not be angry when someone said that in public?
Ye Chuqing calmly flipped her hair, her eyes gleaming with wisdom.
"Because you don't value your occupation at all. You only have frivolous makeup skills, but you don't have a quiet professional soul. You are responsible for every work, but you can't do it. How can you become a first-class professional?"
The makeup artist was speechless by her words, and her chest rose and fell a few times, but he also had pride.
"Who said I wasn't responsible for my work? Why do you think I can't become the first-class?"
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