"Huh?"
Yun Shishi was so tired that she sat paralyzed in the chair.
Her entire life seemed bleak to her.
"I'm exhausted; how I wish I can hug a pillow and sleep to my heart's content."
"It's always nice to dream," Qin Zhou commented sarcastically.
The ashen artist then whined pitifully, "I want to sleep."
"There are five hours to go before we land in Italy. You can make good use of this time to catch up on sleep."
She protested, "Boss, you're overworking your staff! I protest!"
"Your protest is invalid!"
"I'm appealing!"
"Reject!"
"…I'm practically dying!" Grudgingly compromising to her manager, she pitifully covered her face with her clothes and reclined in the chair.
She soon fell asleep moments later.
She was truly exhausted.
As soon as the plane landed, and before she could adjust to the time difference, the man rushed her to a work studio. Three top stylists surrounded and eyed her the moment she stepped inside.
Yun Shishi: "…"
