Translator: eunimon_ Editor: Caron_
Upstairs, in the makeup room:
Gong Xu leaned against a big, comfortable chair with his legs crossed and a phone in his hand . He was currently engrossed in his game while the hairstylist, makeup artist, and stylist frantically worked around him .
There were two little assistants by the side . One of them held a massive coconut, standing beside him attentively . Once Gong Xu moved his gear to neutral, she would have to bring the coconut over carefully and let him have a sip .
The other person was standing a few steps away, busy snapping photos of him .
"Xu-ge, it's done . Please take a look to see if these are alright?" The assistant brought the camera over nervously for approval .
Gong Xu took a quick glance and the disapproval was evident on his face . "Tsk, you didn't even get a good shot of young master's stunning looks!"
The little assistant quickly tried to suck up to him . "How could that be, Xu-ge? You don't have a single bad angle - you look good no matter how you're photographed!"
Gong Xu did not care for such flattery anymore and simply picked a couple of photos impatiently . "This, this and this . Send them to my phone, I'm posting them on Weibo . . . "
"Yes, right away!"
"Don't forget to photoshop all the pimples on my forehead!"
"Yes yes yes!"
After the photos were done with, Gong Xu posted them on Weibo with a sorrowful expression .
He attached a photo of himself first then smacked his lips and typed out a sentence: [It's been three days since I met you and I haven't received any news about you . Little Candied Plum, there's an endless sea of people . How can I find you~]
The little assistant beside him leaned over and read the post . Her face darkened instantly .
Our dear artist is starting up his tricks again and asking for trouble . My heart is so tired . . .
"F***! Lighter! Do you know how precious a strand of young master's hair is?"
"Sorry, sorry!" The hairstylist apologized profusely .
Lately, Gong Xu's mood had been exceptionally irritable and he was harder to work on . These people could only blame their bad luck . . .
Everyone was fearfully trying to manage this "little ancestor . " Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" that came from the door - someone had kicked it open from the outside .
All they saw was a young man standing at the door casually . After he swept his gaze at everyone in the room slowly, his eyes landed upon Gong Xu . The man gave him a forced smile .
Gong Xu stared at that insolent man who dared to kick open the door of his makeup room . "Who are you?"
After the little assistant next to Gong Xu saw the man, she quickly whispered into Gong Xu's ear, "Xu-ge, he's that Ye Bai I mentioned to you before . . . this guy probably knows that you snatched Luo Chen's role and is looking for trouble now!"
"He's Ye Bai . . . " Gong Xu raised his brows .
After Ye Wanwan locked onto her target, she didn't say anything as she curled her lips and walked towards Gong Xu step-by-step . When she got to him, she placed one foot on Gong Xu's chair .
A strong sense of oppression hit him in the face . Gong Xu subconsciously cowered and yelled, "Ay ay ay, what do you want? Trying to rebel, huh!"
"Ye Bai! What're you doing?!" The two assistants panicked as well . They berated her while shouting towards the door, "Security! Where's security?"
Ye Wanwan tapped a photo in her phone leisurely and placed it right in front of Gong Xu, letting him take a look .
The moment Gong Xu, who was still yelling, saw that photo, he was completely stunned .
Damn!
This . . . isn't this my Little Candied Plum!!!
Why would this chap have a photo of my Little Candied Plum?
Chapter end
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