A makeup artist hurried in, "Young Master Nan, may we start the makeup now?"
"Where's the bride's wedding dress?" Nan Mufeng asked with a dark expression.
"Miss Jianxi took the wedding dress away yesterday..." the makeup artist said timidly.
She ran away with the wedding dress...
His heart suddenly ached. Nan Mufeng raised his hand to clutch at his chest, his tall frame hunching slightly.
"Actually, you and Jian Xi are from two different worlds, it's better to part ways sooner rather than later," Ailin said softly.
"Shut up!" Nan Mufeng leaned over the desk, glaring at Ailin.
Ailin's gaze flickered, she continued sympathetically, "Actually, it's not a big deal. Jian Xi is an artist and a CEO, she has talent, wealth, and beauty. Besides, people like them who are into the arts value the spiritual world more."
"What do you mean?" Nan Mufeng lifted his eyes menacingly.
"I've heard she's been getting closer to Ming Wei lately," Ailin said.
