On the day of the awards ceremony.
In the afternoon, at home.
Wu Zeqing was helping Zhang Ye style his hair and put on makeup.
"Don't move around."
"Aiya, there's no need for the makeup."
"I'll just put on some light foundation."
"It's good enough to just style my hair."
"That won't do. It's a formal occasion today."
"It's not like I've never attended an awards ceremony before."
"Hur hur, but today's event is different."
Zhang Ye had never liked putting on makeup, being the type who didn't pay much attention to his appearance. If it weren't for Old Wu buying him clothes or nagging at him to get a haircut, he probably wouldn't even have had a full set of clothes in a year.
His parents were also here.
And so were Old Wu's parents. All of them had come to visit their child today.
His father said with a stern look, "Listen to Zeqing."
