Pink dress, warm makeup, slightly curled long hair.
Fang Anning, under Zhu Li's superb skills, descended from upstairs like a delicate life-sized Barbie doll.
He Tingchen looked up and squinted slightly at her.
Fang Anning felt his gaze and immediately flashed a pleasing smile at him.
"Mr. He, are you satisfied?" Zhu Li respectfully asked with her head lowered.
He Tingchen nodded slightly and waved his hand, signaling Mrs. Chen to see them out.
After Zhu Li and others left, Fang Anning sweetly asked again: "Honey, are you dressing me up like this for a banquet?"
It surely wasn't just a whim for him to dress her up like this late at night just for a visual pleasure.
"Hmm, we'll leave in ten minutes," the man said.
He was pleased with her initiative in calling him 'husband'.
Indeed, she was different from the other women; at the least, she wasn't afraid of him.
