Young Master Ling, You're Good with Words!

Han Zhuoling frowned without disguising it, thinking, his makeup was supposed to be done by such a pretentious woman from then on?

For some unknown reason, Han Zhuoling glanced at Qin Zigou's direction.

Qin Zigou was seated before the makeup table and Shi Xiaoya was applying primer on him. Her fingers were evening out the base directly onto his face.

Han Zhuoling narrowed his eyes. She was touching his face?

"Young Master Ling?" Yuan Yina noticed that Han Zhuoling didn't reply to her, as if he didn't hear her at all. He didn't even give her a glance, his gaze seemingly elsewhere.

Yuan Yina tried to follow the direction of his gaze.

But before she could look over, Han Zhuoling suddenly stood and sat in front of the makeup table. "Let's start."

Just like this, Yuan Yina's attention was drawn over again.

Yuan Yina forgot her original intentions, also forgetting to find out who Han Zhuoling was looking at.