Cai Ling eyed the young girl in black, watching her every move with narrowed eyes.
She seemed to have a keen sense for accessorizing hairpins. Could she be a Hanfu enthusiast?
At this moment, a young girl lifted the curtain and walked in. The first thing that caught her eye was the two elegant yet lively girls in the room. Each had her own unique charm, and their presence brightened the otherwise dreary makeup room.
The girl's pupils constricted, and her expression darkened noticeably. "Is Teacher Cai here?"
Cai Ling maintained her poised smile. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"Our Qianqian has asked for Teacher Cai to come over," the girl's tone was haughty, laced with a sense of imperious command.
Cai Ling smiled. "My apologies, I'm currently busy. Could Miss Sun please wait a moment...?"
Before she could finish her sentence, the other person furrowed her brows and retorted harshly, "You're actually making our Qianqian wait for you?"
