However, looking at Jiang Meilin's expression, she still worriedly asked, "Miss Jiang, what's wrong?"
Jiang Meilin seemed somewhat dazed. She hurriedly stuffed the letter into her handbag.
Shaking her head, she said, "It's nothing, continue with the makeup."
After saying this, she sat blankly in the chair, her expression unchanged, but her face grew paler, even her lips lost their color.
The Makeup Artist tried with all her might, using everything she had learned in life to do her makeup, but still couldn't create a beautiful look, not even a resemblance to Lin Daiyu's sickly appearance.
