Yu Ting had specifically asked a designer to help with her make-up today. Her face was clean, and the make-up highlighted her strengths and concealed her flaws excellently. Her long, fluttering eyeliner made her gaze more striking, and with her light eyes, her chilly personality immediately seemed much more elevated. It was absolutely stunning.
Only after Yu Ting walked off did the two men make any movement. Song Zhan walked side by side with her while the assistant awaited them below.
There were still fifteen minutes until the scheduled time, but the three of them had already entered the reserved private room 409. Not far from the staircase, a large table and dozens of seats awaited inside. The crew had already arrived, and the only seats left vacant belonged to the yet-to-arrive sponsors.
