Just as she hadn't anticipated, President Mu arrived before her makeup was set.
Dressed in a sharp black suit, he stood at the doorway watching her get made up, and Qin Mu instinctively turned her eyes, at first thinking it was an illusion, then confirmed it was him after a second glance.
"Why are you here?"
She asked subconsciously, and was only forced to stop looking at him when the makeup artist told her to close her eyes for the eyeshadow.
Mu Yichen approached, standing next to the makeup mirror and lowering his gaze to the makeup box the artist was using, then immediately furrowed his brow.
"Stop!"
His tone was neither light nor heavy, but it hit everyone's ears as a command.
The makeup artist glanced at him subconsciously, then continued: Mr., shooting is about to start soon.
"I said stop!"
He repeated, this time with a cooler edge.
The makeup artist, under the cold glare in his eyes, subconsciously halted and slowly stood up straight.
