After finishing their tasks, Bo Yan and Xia Siyu just casually wiped their faces and combed their hair before heading to the cafeteria.
Xia Siyu had hardly worn any makeup during her days in the Northwest, and Bo had just applied some concealer, but now he was sweating so much and, since he had sent the makeup artist to help the driver unload the goods, there was no one around to do touch-ups.
——Actually, even if he hadn't given the order, the makeup artist would've gone to help the driver anyway. Who would be so clueless as to hang around Bo and Xia Siyu and be a third wheel? Nobody in the entertainment industry would be that lacking in tact.
