Xiang Qingyuan was late, and Song Qingping kept taking out her phone, examining herself with the front camera.
She wasn't very good at makeup, luckily there was a makeup artist in the company. After a long internal struggle, she finally mustered the courage to ask for help.
The makeup artist was a young girl, who agreed without hesitation.
Song Qingping was very satisfied with her makeup today.
After waiting for about an hour, Xiang Qingyuan finally arrived, to Song Qingping's surprise.
"You look really beautiful today, like a movie star."
Song Qingping blushed shyly, unable to look directly into Xiang Qingyuan's eyes.
"What would you like to eat? It's my treat as your senior."
Song Qingping said in a low voice with flushed cheeks, "You decide, I seldom go out to eat, I go home after work."
Xiang Qingyuan said, "You're so young, you should make more friends, don't live such a drab life."
