"Come in!"
Lyn Amie anxiously opened the door of the private room. He then saw Mei Huasheng's stiff face.
The female officer didn't even care about the makeup artist as she barged in and walked up to Kieran.
It wasn't arrogance or impoliteness, but hate!
The female officer was an old-fashioned person, so she believed a man should behave like how he was supposed to.
Affected behaviour was detestable, especially from a man.
A man like Lyn Amie, who had lifted hips and a raised pinky finger, was the kind of feminine man she hated the most. She was already patient and tolerant enough to not punch Lyn Amie in the face.
So greeting the makeup artist was something non-existent for the female officer.
Lyn Amie, on the other hand, opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he saw Mei Huasheng ignore him and go over to Kieran, he eventually shrugged and kept quiet.
He was used to being misunderstood.