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e taken out, ask your people to apologize to me!”

Xia Ning did not want to talk to her anymore.
She said calmly, “What are you waiting for? Please show Miss Shen the way out.”

Shen Weiwei was stomping her feet with anger.
She shot a look at the security guards and said coldly, “Try to touch me!” She then turned around to Xia Ning and threatened her, “Xia Ning, you’d better remember me!” As she spoke, she grabbed her bag from the couch, pushed the crowd away and walked out.

Wen Yue saw Shen Weiwei’s angry back and sneered.
“So stinky.
You think anyone would touch you?”

“Please forgive us for the inconvenience we caused today.
Your hairstyles are on us today.” Xia Ning looked around suddenly and said in apology.

Everyone looked at her with surprise and could not believe what she said.
They had heard Xia Ning’s name before as a nameless actress who wanted to climb up desperately.
But seeing her today, they must have been mistaken.

And the staff of the salon was also looking at Xia Ning with surprise.
So she was the boss in the stories!

Seeing the clients were back to normal, Xia Ning turned around and walked inside.
Wen Yue followed her.

“Aren’t you afraid of Shen Weiwei’s retaliation?” Wen Yue frowned and said.

Xia Ning walked up to the dressing mirror and said calmly, “If I didn’t step up, would she not retaliate? That missy has a bad temper ever since she was young.
She takes revenge for the smallest grievance, no matter if she’s right or wrong.”

“But, that would be against me…” Wen Yue frowned even more.

“Why are we saying you and me now? Even though this salon is under your care, it does not mean I will stay out of anything that happens to it.” Xia Ning darted a glance at her.

Wen Yue’s eyes became softer.
She looked at Xia Ning and sighed.

“Xiao Ke, thanks for being on my side.”

Xia Ning looked at her in a weird way.
“You are overthinking.
I just want to see Shen Weiwei’s face as if she was eating sh*t.
I feel much better now.”

“…” Wen Yue was a bit wordless.
Sis, come on.