Weiwei didn't say much, slowly starting on Jing Lu's makeup.
When Weiwei reached out to the shelf at the bottom, taking out the curler, Jing Lu saw a huge package that was inside the shelf, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Oh my, is that Flower?" Jing Lu's voice rose an octave higher, "The… The production crew prepared this for her?"
"No. It's a part of Jing Qian's personal belongings."
Weiwei felt that she had made herself very clear.
Personal Belongings!
If they weren't stupid, anyone 15 years old and above should understand the meaning of personal belongings!
