After Lu Yunzhou and the caregiver both left, Yun Zijin turned to look at Lu Yunque.
"What's wrong?"
"You haven't looked at me once in the last twenty minutes."
Lu Yunque's tone was surprisingly pitiful as he said this.
Yun Zijin felt a bit helpless. She had just been discussing with her friends what look would stun everyone at the event.
"I was just chatting with Yaoyao and the others. You're getting styled, and it wouldn't be right for me to be chattering away next to you, giving my opinions."
Besides, she had worked with Han Chun many times and had complete faith in his skills.
"If you're not watching, how will you know if you like today's look? What if…"
Lu Yunque clearly didn't trust Han Chun as much as Yun Zijin did.
"It's not that I dislike it. It looks great. Is our Mr. Lu not confident in his own face?"
Yun Zijin glanced at his nearly finished makeup and styling—it was perfectly to her taste.
