Gong Shao'er pointed to an insignificant red mark on her fingertip, her voice sharp with anger. "What is this!" The manicurist, too terrified to protest, trembled uncontrollably. "I-I'm so sorry, Miss. I must have scraped it by accident while filing... I... I can put some lotion on it for you..." "Don't touch me! Get out!" "Yes, yes, of course. I'm going." The manicurist scrambled away, as if her