"Come in!"
The makeup artist eagerly pulled open the private room's door, then saw Mei Huasheng with a stern expression.
The former female warrior paid the makeup artist no attention at all and walked straight toward Qin Ran—not out of arrogance or rudeness.
But disgust.
Deep down, this rigid female warrior believed men should act like men.
Affected mannerisms were annoying.
Especially when a man acted that way while holding up a limp wrist. Mei Huasheng was already exercising great restraint by not punching him.
So, greetings and the like simply did not exist.
Watching Mei Huasheng ignore him and walk toward Qin Ran, the makeup artist opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he merely shrugged and said nothing.
He was long used to being misunderstood.
Mei Huasheng was not the first, nor would she be the last.
Even if he patiently explained himself to every one of them, there would always be another afterward.
Seeing people through tinted glasses was human instinct.
Just as everyone had secrets.
So it was enough to keep his mouth shut and watch the years pass.
At least...
He still had a decent job, didn't he?
Of course, he also had a gossiping heart.
When he saw Mei Huasheng pull out a chair and sit beside Qin Ran, then turn to face him directly with a trace of awkwardness on her face, his eyes lit up with anticipation.
What followed, however, left the makeup artist deeply disappointed.
Mei Huasheng's awkwardness lasted less than a second before only stiffness remained.
"Thank you."
The former female warrior sat up straight as she spoke.
She would not ignore the help Qin Ran had given her, nor would she forget his identity.
Simply put, she would thank Qin Ran and was willing