Yue Qingqing sized up the tall girl in front of her.
Silky long hair cascaded down her shoulders, her features deep and stunning—a true beauty.
If it hadn't been for Yue Qingqing's ability to recognize people by their voice, she never would have recognized her.
She tentatively called out, "Lu Zhu?"
Lu Zhu replied helplessly, "So, you can't recognize me after just two days of moving out?"
Yue Qingqing took a couple of steps back, taking in Lu Zhu's figure accentuated by the long dress.
"Who would recognize you dressed like that?"
Lu Zhu tugged uncomfortably at her dress, "Dressed like what?"
"Really womanly, you've matured a lot all of a sudden," Yue Qingqing said curiously, "How did your hair get so long?"
"A wig. You have to have long hair and wear makeup for the ceremony jobs here."
Yue Qingqing had never expected Lu Zhu to take up part-time work like this; no wonder she had been staring at the newspaper for so long before.
