"Phoenix, leave this to us! Just pretend I never said those things earlier, okay?"
Zheng Peng, seeing a glimmer of hope, quickly threw Yang Yan under the bus.
"Then you better make him look really handsome! Otherwise, I might just pretend I heard it twice!"
Qi Wutong said with a smile.
To Zheng Peng, her smile was full of threat, more terrifying than a devil's grin.
"Don't worry, leave it to me!"
He couldn't wait to drag Yang Yan and Prince straight to the makeup room.
Qi Wutong always delivered on her words, so he didn't dare to slack off on this task.
Not only could he not be sloppy, but he also had to do it impressively, to satisfy her as much as possible.
Otherwise, if this witch got angry, it would be a disaster.
Seeing Yang Yan being dragged away by Zheng Peng and the others, Qi Wutong's mouth curled into a meaningful smile, as if she were a bit excited.
Zhou Hanyun, on the other hand, looked somewhat expectant.
