Back at the hotel, Song Lan first leisurely washed off with a hot shower, cleaning up her hair that had stuck together like straw on her head.
With that hairstyle out in the open, she seriously suspected that if she headbutted anyone, she could poke several bloody holes in them.
"Boss, I've never seen you make up before, I didn't know you had this hidden skill."
When she emerged in her bathrobe, Song Lan praised Lu Xiang. A significant reason why their meeting went so smoothly was due to the effect of her makeup. The Minister of Internal Affairs seemed to take him for a Spiritually awakened ghost, seeking revenge.
It is not surprising. Even when Song Lan looked in the mirror, she felt she looked like a ghost.
"I learned it when I was in school."
Lu Xiang didn't feel happy at Song Lan's compliment, instead keeping her lips sealed, implying an unspeakable secret.
"You also learned about make-up?"
