“Young master, we just saw each other! I helped you put on rouge, did your hair and your whole makeover…” Xie Lian could not find the words to reply to that. “…” Everyone turned their eyes on him, and some started to whisper among themselves. He vaguely heard the words “hobby,” “abnormal,” “unbelievable,” and he cleared his throat. “This was a mission requirement. Mission requirement. Nan Feng, Fu Yao, you…”
