Gu Wan'an returned to her room where the stylist was already waiting.
An hour later, she moved her stiff shoulders and left the room.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Gong Mingye put down the newspaper and looked up. His gaze fell on her and a light flashed at the bottom of his eyes.
"Second Young Master, the Young Lady's skin is especially good, and her facial features are also very beautiful. The dark green gown you chose is particularly fitting. Not only does it not look old-fashioned, but rather pure and refined."
The stylist's eyes were full of appreciation.
Gong Mingye sized her up a few more times and said succinctly, "Not bad."
The stylist was overwhelmed with flattery!
To be able to hear these two words from the mouth of such a picky person like the Second Young Master was even harder than ascending to the heavens.
Gu Wan'an moved her body and coughed uncomfortably.
"Come here." Gong Mingye's thin lips curled.