The girl assigned to her, though must have felt that her skin was oily. The woman dabbed at her forehead with powder. Yun Qian Meng gave the woman a small smile, trying to hide her irritation. The girl must have understood and moved away.
"Thank you," she said, earning a curt nod from the girl.
Yun Qian Meng was the owner of a luxury skincare company and she championed her products. If there was any sheen on her face, it was clearly healthy and pretty looking. And she really didn't like putting on too much powder on her face. It made her look like a baked ghost, unfortunately.
"Golden Gate Palace, right?" Mo Qingchen said suddenly. When she turned to look at him, she saw that he had a smirk on his face as he readjusted his tie. She tried not to cringe at the sight. He clearly wasn't used to wearing suits. He was pulling it a little too tight, ruining the symmetry.
Not that she was going to help him with that.
"Sorry?"
