"Two youthful and stunning girls right in front of you, and you didn't even notice them?"
Sang Ning snapped her fingers playfully at Xiao Zhao, then raised a hand to pat Zhu Qi and Wang Yun on the head, her demeanor entirely that of a cheeky troublemaker.
Xiao Zhao was dumbfounded, holding the camera on his shoulder with his left hand, while his right hand twirled nervously. His exaggerated facial expression screamed skepticism: "Where are the braids? The eyelashes?"
Moments ago, those two girls had walked in looking like they'd just stepped out of a nightclub, with heavy makeup and flashy outfits. And now? Completely transformed!
The stylish dreadlocks had turned into neat and obedient ponytails, and the thick, insect-leg-like lashes had vanished without a trace.
At that moment, Zhu Qi and Wang Yun raised their heads simultaneously, their lips drooping and their eyes hollow and lifeless—an expression that startled everyone watching behind the camera.
