A Confession that wasn’t Really a Confession (3)

"You haven't been using eye masks recently, have you?"

"Um…" Huo Mian didn't know how to answer Huo Siqian's question; why did a man like him pay so much attention to facial products?

"I knew it… you're getting crow's feet."

"Seriously?" Huo Mian was doubtful as she touched the corners of her eyes.

"I bet you've been busy at work and didn't get much rest recently. Did you finish using all the masks I asked my assistant to give you last time?"

"Yeah…" Huo Mian nodded, and Huo Siqian said, "I'll ask someone from the company to bring you some later today."

The Huo Corporation owned a domestically-renowned cosmetics brand, so Huo Siqian was knowledgeable when it came to beauty products.

Huo Mian, on the other hand, didn't like makeup, so naturally, she had no idea how to take care of her skin and didn't really understand what was what when it came to facial products.

"No thanks, I'm still young. I'll be fine."