Xiang Yiqing looked at her from the side, noticing her makeup. Although it was heavy, it was different from her usual style. It was clearly for a special occasion, or… like a wedding photoshoot.
Could it be...?
With this thought, he couldn't help but ask, "Why are you made up like this?"
"I had a wedding photoshoot today," Xin Xiaoxiao pouted. "Just finished shooting, and then I ran into a motorcycle robbery. They took my bag."
The more she thought about it, the more unlucky she felt.
Once again, she felt that Zhong Qingyang was a disaster, her nemesis.
Her bag was stolen along with a bunch of important documents and bank cards. If she couldn't get them back, getting replacements would be a huge hassle.
So she really went for a wedding photoshoot.
Xiang Yiqing asked coldly, "Aren't you the one who doesn't like him?"
