Shi Jin looked up at Sha Haimu. He was still wearing a wig and a beret, and there was a sheet mask on his face, as if showing off his exquisiteness as an artiste.
However, to the people who were watching him, they only felt that he was quite sloppy. Normally, after putting on a facial mask, everyone would have to wash their faces properly and then continue with skincare.
After he sat down, he removed the mask and threw it into the trash can. There was nothing else, and he just sat there.
Not only was the liquid from the mask still dripping from his face, but Shi Jin also realized that he was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday.
He had been sweating so much the entire day, but he had not changed?
Perhaps they were just two identical outfits Shi Jin thought.
She treated Sha Haimu as usual. She went forward and distributed the pancake on his plate. If she distributed it to everyone but him, she would not be able to explain herself.
