The jawbone on Qiao Mu's face was scratched by Shu Xinyu's ring, and a faint red mark appeared on it. Her originally fair face was clean without any impurities, so even though this red mark was very faint, it was very obvious.
She looked at herself in the mirror and examined her face. She had always been a beauty since she was young. In the past, she did not think too much about it. But now, it seemed that Zhou Jieru's genes made her so beautiful.
If that woman really gave her such a face, even if she ruined it with her own hands, she would treat it as a debt.
Qiao Mu shook her head and continued to immerse herself in her work.
That afternoon, there was a fashion show. Qiao Mu was not in the mood to be sad and lonely, and her mood quickly returned to normal.