Monica was the most excited one of all. She grabbed Xia Qingqian's hand, led her through the crowd, stopped in front of Nancy, and said with a smile, "Mr. Nan, doesn't this just fit the temperament of HDC520?" Monica couldn't help marveling that only when she was putting makeup on Xia Qingqian and doing all the other styling work did she feel most in her element, most at ease.
The moment Nancy saw Monica holding Xia Qingqian's arm and walking toward him, he felt as if he were standing in a wedding hall, watching the bride, unhurried and composed, walk across the red carpet toward him. She was dignified, elegant, gentle and virtuous, her face haloed with a faint glow that added an extra touch of radiance to her beauty.
When he came back to his senses, he suddenly chuckled, shook his head and let out a light sigh. How could he have such a feeling? He'd only met her three times, so how could the feeling be this strong?
