With his words, Song Yinyin inexplicably felt at ease.
She took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll go!"
Lu Jihan smiled satisfactorily and, looking at the makeup on her face, slightly furrowed his brow again, "Looks like I need to get a stylist for you."
Saying that, he took out his phone and dialed a number, "Yes, it's me. Have the best stylist from the store come over and style my person."
He always spoke concisely and did things swiftly.
By this time, the female store attendant had already brought the dress.
Lu Jihan glanced at his watch and urged, "Time is running out, hurry up."
"What time is the conference?"
"Ten o'clock."
Ten o'clock?!
Song Yinyin couldn't help but wail.
Why didn't he mention it earlier? It's almost nine now! How can there be enough time?!
Lu Jihan's lips curled into a teasing smile, "Don't worry about being late, you can still fuss around a bit more."
