Nangong Mo's expression grew more severe the more he thought about it.
This is too unusual!
Who is she planning to meet?
Yun Ran saw his expression through the bronze mirror and wanted to laugh, but held it in.
"Ying Yue, you really have skilled hands! This hairstyle is done so well!"
"That's because the princess was born beautiful. Light makeup or heavy, it all suits her, any ordinary hairstyle becomes special when placed on your head."
Yun Ran couldn't help but laugh softly at this, "Ying Yue, I didn't realize you had such a sweet tongue."
"Ying Yue only speaks the truth! Master, doesn't the princess look beautiful to you?"
Having been neglected in the corner for a long time, Nangong Mo gave Yun Ran a gloomy look and snorted lightly, "The painting is ugly as hell."
Ying Yue: "..."
It seemed that Yun Ran had already predicted he would say that and didn't care at all. She rolled her eyes at him in the mirror, "With your taste, you deserve to be lonely for life."
