"You do?!"
"Sister Ran, you know?!"
Ji Wenfeng and Fang Tongtong looked at Shi Ran in unison.
"Girl, black mask, black T-shirt, black pants, brown hair, low ponytail, traces of foundation on the back of her hand. Makeup artist."
Ji Wenfeng and Fang Tongtong: "?"
"Sister Ran, you're so observant?!" Fang Tongtong was shocked.
Also in the powder room, she had not seen the person who had recorded it.
Even after Sister Ran's description, she couldn't think of who that person was.
"If it's the crew's makeup artist, it shouldn't be hard to find." Ji Wenfeng rubbed his chin.
The next second, he picked up his phone. "Help me find out about all the makeup artists present in the public dressing room for today."
After he hung up, he asked suspiciously, "How did you determine she was the one who recorded it?"
"I saw the phone in her hand." Shi Ran leaned back in her chair, a little lazy.
