The two makeup groups took advantage of this gap and hurried over to help them make up. Liu Yunting has been sitting on a mahogany chair, comfortably resting on her face to be smeared by others, while Jiang Xiaoyu has been standing all the time, wearing shoes provided by the dressing room, with some heels, so that her feet appear very uncomfortable, and no chair to sit down, can only endure.

"Take a chair." Xu Yiyang sat in front of the computer and whispered to the staff beside him.

"Yes, Second Young Master." The staff didn't think much about it, only that he was more careful.

When the staff moved...