C733 Scrub Little White Lotus

The hair that Zhang Tiantian had just finished was slightly burnt and it emitted a burnt stench. The makeup artist beside hurriedly helped her up, "Miss Zhang, are you alright?"

Zhang Tiantian was still in shock. After a long while, she finally regained her senses. She reached out her hand to touch her face and quickly took a look in the mirror.

It was fine.

Thinking of the culprit