"How about this, I'll give you a light makeup, and then match you with a dress that suits your temperament." Monica lovingly caressed Xia Qingqian's face.
Xia Qingqian's almond-shaped eyes were so soft they seemed to overflow with water as she looked at Ye Feng, seeking rescue, as if to say: This makeup artist is really a bit off.
Ye Feng coughed lightly, "Miss Monica, I hope you can finish quickly, Young Master is still waiting for Miss Xia." This was the only way he could help her out.
"Ye Feng, what's the rush? It's rare for this girl to catch Young Master Yao's eye, can't I have another glance? Besides, I need to carefully look and see what kind of makeup suits her." Monica pushed Xia Qingqian towards the inner room, turning her head to speak to Ye Feng.
"Miss Monica, you should understand the situation clearly, she belongs to the Young Master." Ye Feng cleared his throat, seemingly reminding Monica of something.
