The assistant next to him suddenly had an idea, "Or find a stylist to help Mr. Xie restyle his hair?"

Hua Jian nodded slowly, "You're right."

The eldest and second sons of the Xie family are very good-looking, so it doesn't make sense for Xie Zhiyan to look non-mainstream.

The dark circles under his eyes look like those of an old corpse.

After not seeing him for one night, he found that his colorful hair had been given dreadlocks.

And a ripped T-shirt that could fit three strong men...

Yesterday, he proudly told Hua Jian that he would surely amaze everyone...

It's a blasphemy to his face.

I did it as soon as I thought of it. The stylist arrived in the afternoon.

The stylist and Hua Jian had similar expressions, which were hard to describe.

Several people took down Xie Zhiyan's dreadlocks and removed his makeup.

Xie Zhiyan seemed like a different person in an instant.

The young assistant stared with wide eyes.

The uneasy, handsome, fair-skinned, watery-eyed, pitiful young boy on the sofa turned out to be the arrogant Mr. Xie?

Xie Zhiyan glared at Hua Jian with gritted teeth: "You and this stylist's aesthetics are completely useless!"

Hua Jian smiled and promised him a big promise: "Third brother, from today on, your image will be that of a pure school idol. Don't worry, if the company makes money, I will give you shares."

Xie Zhiyan was speechless: "I can buy 10 of your companies with my fucking monthly dividends. Do I need this little bit of your shares?"

Hua Jian: "I know Third Brother, you feel sorry for me and want to help me."

Xie Zhiyan blushed suddenly, and he looked like he was about to explode: "I told you I was deceived by you!"

Hua Jian replied perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, okay."

“How many people are in the live broadcast room now?”

"Because I used your account to announce it in advance, Mr. Xie's live broadcast had a decent flow of viewers this time."

“Less than 5,000.”

"Okay, let's let our school hunk go up and perform."

Xie Zhiyan came behind the camera with a sour face.

After seeing his pile of precious musical instruments, the ice on his face slowly melted.

After seeing so many bloggers with a rather innocent vibe, I suddenly came across this simple, handsome, straightforward and pure blogger.

The live broadcast room suddenly became lively.

Shu Yao, who had been hiding in the gutter and observing Hua Jian, found this place by following the smell.

The boy in the camera has a cold face, short black hair, and a white shirt, but he is playing passionate music, which is a great contrast.

Shu Yao's expression was gloomy. For some reason, the boy looked more and more familiar to him.

Soon, he opened his eyes wide and muttered, "Could this be Xie Zhiyan?"