Shi Qian and Murong Jing were in a makeup shop.
Murong Jing tried red lipstick.
The woman wore a red dress and was already remarkably alluring and turned even more seductive at this moment.
"How is it? Does it look good?" Murong Jing looked at Shi Qian.
Shi Qian nodded and smiled. "Yes, she looks good. She looks incredibly like a vixen!"
When Murong Jing heard this, her smile became even more charming. "Then… Is it the nine-tailed fox type?"
Shi Qian was about to speak when Shi Yaorong's voice suddenly sounded from behind him.
"Shi Qian."
Shi Qian turned around and looked at the man. Her expression instantly turned cold.
Shi Yaorong's face darkened. He glanced at Murong Jing and frowned.
He was still traditional to his bones. He subconsciously felt the woman was indecent when he glanced at Murong Jing's heavy makeup,
