He brought Shang Wanjun to the destination, where they saw many girls already dressed in Hanfu waiting for makeup artists to assist them.
And here, there were eight makeup artists.
"Teacher, let's get changed first!"
"Okay, okay!"
Xu Lin took her to the fitting room.
However, Xu Lin went in to take a look, then came back out.
"Xu Lin, what were you looking at just now?"
"Seeing if there are any cameras."
"I don't think it's likely?"
"It's always good to be cautious."
"That's thoughtful of you."
Shang Wanjun smiled, "Is it all good now?"
"All good."
Xu Lin waited outside while Shang Wanjun changed clothes.
Ten minutes later, Shang Wanjun came out. She was wearing a light purple and white Hanfu with an elegant and scholarly aura, offering a sense of isolation, like a rare orchid in an empty valley, truly unique.
"Do I look nice?"
Shang Wanjun twirled slightly for Xu Lin, turning left, then right, but not a full 360-degree turn.
