"Check if there's any caking."
In the passenger seat, Shi Qianxi held a compact powder, leaving the makeup mirror open as she asked the driver's opinion, completely disregarding driving safety.
"No caking."
She didn't care, but the driver, with his strong sense of safety awareness, answered without taking his eyes off the road.
"You didn't even look!"
The driver's perfunctory response led to Shi Qianxi's dissatisfaction. "You didn't even give me a heads-up, asking you to wait for a bit, and you didn't..."
No wonder she was hurriedly applying makeup in the car, turns out it wasn't her fault.
"You don't need makeup."
The driver not only had a strong sense of safety but also understood women well. His simple words turned Shi Qianxi's anger into delight.
"Oh, cut it out."
Though she said that, Director Shi couldn't suppress the curve on her lips, revealing her true emotions as she reviewed herself in the passenger seat's makeup mirror again before closing it with satisfaction.
