Same Gown

At the thought of this, Feng Qing couldn't help but think. She was clearly just a prisoner, so why did Di Qianmo customize such clothes for her? She really didn't know what that perverted fourth brother was thinking. It looked like many things would definitely happen at the banquet tonight.

A few minutes later, the makeup artist from before entered the room where Di Qianmo was. The makeup artist looked at Di Qianmo, who had just walked out of the bathroom, and was a little surprised. Di Qianmo was sitting in front of the dressing table in a bathrobe. He looked at himself in the mirror expressionlessly and then looked at the makeup artist, who had also appeared in the mirror. Di Qianmo thought of something and frowned. He said in a cold voice, "Put the same makeup as you did with Feng Qing on me."

The makeup artist said respectfully, "Yes, Lord Ziwei Star."