Jiang Cheng's movements remained the same. He continued to try his best to brush through the knots in Lu Shanhe's hair.
Lu Shanhe wailed non-stop as he held his head and glared at Jiang Cheng with resentment. "You're getting bolder, aren't you? Believe it or not, I'll ask you to jump into a cesspool in my next film."
Jiang Cheng put down the comb. "Sure."
Lu Shanhe gritted his teeth in secret.
If it wasn't for the fact that they had a good relationship, he would have long exercised his privilege as a director.
If I didn't make you cry during filming, my surname wouldn't be Lu!
After Lu Shanhe's messy hair was neatly combed, the stylist walked over carefully and quickly gave Lu Shanhe a European aristocratic hairstyle. Paired with a neat Keaton K-50 suit, the brand was tailor-made for Lu Shanhe.