Ouyang Hao's eyes darkened, feeling somewhat regretful.
Where on earth did this blockhead get that scar from?
Lin Yixun felt uneasy as everyone stared at her, she tugged at her collar and whispered, "Does it look strange? I should change back."
She was about to turn around but was grabbed by the stylist. The stylist, in a flamboyant manner, said, "No way, my dear! Just look at you, you're so beautiful now. If you walk down the street like this, you'll definitely knock out a bunch of men."
"But..."
Lin Yixun glanced down at her collar, from her neck to her collarbone, a large portion was exposed. She looked at the towering heels she wore and furrowed her brows.
She was here to help out, not to attend a party. Dressed like this, every step had to be taken with caution. How could she serve as Ouyang Hao's assistant properly like this? If she messed up later, she'd definitely get scolded.
