Outside, a thunderous countdown suddenly began.
"10!"
"9!"
"8!"
...
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
With a bang, the sound of fireworks exploded, followed by a tidal wave of screaming.
The sound of music and shouting blended together.
The name being called the most, the loudest was—
"Lu Zhiang!"
"Lu Zhiang! Lu Zhiang!"
The deafening music mixed with the man's smoky voice pierced through the eardrums. Wasn't it the person she hadn't seen all night?
Just as Lin Anxin tilted her ear to listen, the makeup artist finished applying the setting powder and stepped aside, "Miss Lin, it's done."
The agent happened to come over.
"How is it, are you ready?"
The makeup artist quickly said, "Ready, ready. Sister Anxin's makeup is done."
The agent took a glance, not expecting much in a hurry. But when he really saw Lin Anxin after her makeup was done, his eyes lit up.
