Tianxing pursed her lips and smiled. "You're absolutely radiant. You must be too nervous, that's why you're feeling worn out."
The makeup artists and stylists nearby were An Ziqi's usual team. They knew her well, got along with her daily, and weren't the least bit afraid of her. They all chimed in with laughter and agreement.
The room was lively with chatter and laughter when suddenly, the door was flung open from the outside with a loud bang.
"Nobody move."
A person dressed entirely in black, wearing sunglasses, stood at the door. In their hand was a gun pointed at everyone in the room.
The color drained instantly from the faces of Tianxing and An Siqing as they hurriedly shielded An Ziqi behind them.
The makeup artists and stylists inside the room were all so terrified they didn't dare move an inch.
Who would have the guts to cause trouble at Moli's wedding of the century?
If anything happened to An Ziqi here today, they'd all be held accountable.
