"Okay." The girl nodded and turned to prepare the hair dyeing supplies.

Yu Jianing looked at the woman who came in, and for some reason, her face looked familiar. Did she look a bit like Song Xitong?

"Don't worry, the hair coloring is beige-gold, it won't affect your stage presence."

When the woman noticed that she was being stared at, she explained, "Cuteness isn't defined; unexpected charm is also a kind of cuteness..."

"Sister!" Before she could finish speaking, Song Xitong rushed in and hugged her tightly.

A troublesome makeup artist followed behind, but what could he say when it came to his young mistress?

"Sister?" Xiao Ning realized that this woman must be Song Qiqi from the Tianxing Girls Group the day before yesterday.

He left the group due to a hand injury and became a logistics staff member.

"You're 19 years old already, why are you still acting like a little kid?"

The wife patted her head and nodded slightly to the makeup artist behind her, indicating that he could go back first and that she would take care of things here.

"Hehe..." Xi Tong didn't say anything, but just rubbed the small bag of melons all over her body.

"Alright, alright, all that powder on your face will get all over my clothes in a minute."

Upon hearing this, Xi Tong released the former and stood obediently behind her.

Like a little fan, her eyes sparkled.

"This isn't the Song Xitong I know!" Yu Jianing was about to collapse. Was this still the same roaring, rich young woman?

Am I doing something wrong again?

System: "Xiao Ning, let's think about it from a different perspective. She only yells at you. Isn't that a special kind of favoritism?"

Xiao Ning: "Uh... this kind of favoritism is really unnecessary..."