"Not at all, not at all. Amin is still a newcomer, there's still a lot she doesn't understand. We'll rely on your guidance from now on," Lu Qing said modestly.
The makeup artist covered her mouth and laughed, "I'm just a makeup artist, nothing special, just making a living. Qing, with you bringing this girl here today, she's definitely star material. In the future, it'll be me relying on you for guidance."
"You're being modest. Everyone knows how sought after you are, Red Sister, in the company. So many artists love your skills."
With just a few words, he had flattered the makeup artist, Red Sister, to the point where she was beaming with happiness.
As a result, Red Sister became even more meticulous with Amin's makeup.
Upon hearing that Amin had no issues, Lu Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Amin sat in front of the mirror, glanced at the makeup artist, and then at Lu Qing, not taking their conversation seriously at all.
To her, nothing mattered more than her stomach.
