No matter who it is, he must get them all out!
ther, but they played their own games privately, thus avoiding the fate of being introduced to potential partners by their elders again.Wait until you truly meet someone you like, and then break up pe...This left Mu Shaocheng puzzled. What if Lin Jinyan didn't come Wouldn't all his efforts be in vain
Frowning in thought, two gorgeously dressed women walked past him, arms linked. Their voices naturally drifted into his ears.
"I'm so fed up with that makeup artist, always pushing products, like who would buy his fake stuff."
"He's also trying to make money, it's not easy either."
“The problem is that the things he's trying to sell me, I'm not interested in. If I were interested, maybe I would take a look. But since I'm not, telling me just feels annoying.”
"If you don't like it next time, just don't make an appointment with him. There are so many makeup artists out there, find one who doesn't push products."
Two people walked past Mu Shaoqing side by side, hands clasped, discussing something amongst themselves naturally.
The sound grew fainter and Mu Shaocheng stared at the backs of the two women for a long time, his sword brows gradually furrowed.
Makeup artist who sells things
Suddenly, he turned to the bodyguard beside him and demanded, "Who did Jin Yan meet today"
"Huh" The bodyguard was taken aback for a moment before blurting out, "She went to see the makeup artist."
"Bring her to the villa!" If there was a premeditated plan, then someone must have approached Lin Jinyan, learned about her interests, and tempted her to leave the heavily guarded villa.
Whoever they are, they must all be brought to justice!
Mu Shaocheng was frantically investigating Lin Jinyan's whereabouts, while Ye Xiao on the other side leisurely sipped coffee, paying attention to the developments of the situation.
Everything was progressing according to his plan, perfectly. He estimated that soon, Mu Shaocheng would know that this matter was done by Long Yi.
The dimly lit basement was filled with a strange odor.
The makeup artist caught in the villa wasn't truthful and was stripped of one arm by the bodyguard. He was in so much pain that cold sweat drenched him, terrified he shut his mouth and lay on the ground trembling.
Mu Shaocheng stood before the makeup artist like a Shura, his gleaming leather shoes stepping on the makeup artist's back without a trace of emotion. He said, "I heard that your makeup artists use their hands to transform the decayed into the magical. If these hands were gone, what could you do"
The makeup artist's eyes widened in terror, "Young Master Mu, I really don't know about Miss Lin's disappearance, I swear I don't."
Why tell Lin Jinran about the exhibition
As they spoke, Mu Shaocheng's leather shoes stepped onto the makeup artist's hand. With just a little force, the makeup artist's hand would be completely ruined!
“I, I am Shunkou, ah!!!” Before the makeup artist could finish speaking, a scream erupted, “No, it hurts so much, help! Mu Shao let me go, let me go!”
"Be honest." Mu Shaocheng raised his toes slightly, took a step back and squatted down, looking down at the makeup artist lying on the ground, his voice sinister, "Next time, it won't be this light."
On the makeup artist's forearm, a clear shoe print, and deep red marks.
She was already drenched in cold sweat from the pain, not just her fingers, but also her arms that were held down to prevent her from struggling. Fear enveloped her layer by layer.
She knew if she didn't speak up, Mu Shaocheng might really make her never be able to hold a makeup brush again.
The makeup artist nodded tearfully, confessing everything. "It was Young Master Long who sent someone here. They gave me money and told me to tell Lin Jinran about this when I saw her."
"Long Yi." Mu Shaocheng's eyes gradually brewed a storm.
"Yes, he only let me say this. He didn't let me do anything else. Mister Mu, I've already said everything. Please let me go, I won't dare to do it again." The makeup artist pleaded in a low voice, her trembling finger that had been stepped on.ugh it a few times before putting it aside, estimating that he didn't like it.The observer thought of himself, how he couldn't stand to read a single character when he wasn't interested in reading. No...