Song Di glanced at Lu Hechen, clearly displeased with being ordered around, then he looked at Weilan and couldn't help but say, "Alright, I'll tell you. This facial skin is made by our family's ancestral workshop. Once the mold is designed, it can be replicated to produce many. Don't worry, we have plenty in stock."
"Can I make a facial skin too?" Weilan asked.
"What for?"
"It's useful!" Weilan suddenly had a bright idea. If she went out in disguise, wouldn't that be safer?
"I can make you a new facial skin, but it will have to wait for the right time," Song Di finally agreed to Weilan, influenced by Lu Hechen's piercing gaze, albeit with conditions.
"When is the right time?"
"I'll tell you when the time comes."
"Can you give me a deadline?"
