Everyone in the circle knew the specific problems that had arisen, they all had a tacit understanding.
The makeup artist went to fetch something from the car, so at the moment, the makeup room only had Wen Qiao and Jiang Yao, two people. Wen Qiao sipped the coffee Jiang Yao had just bought and shook her head, "So, you're also someone who survives on connections just like me."
Jiang Yao: "..."
Was she actually proud of that?
"Knock knock," the door to the makeup room was tapped, and Wen Qiao raised her voice and said, "Come in." The makeup artist, lugging items, entered.
"Sorry, I left a small box of hairpins in the car that I need for styling."
"No problem, no problem," Wen Qiao pushed the Starbucks coffee Jiang Yao had brought over, "Have a drink first to relax."
"No worries." The makeup artist smiled, "Let's start with your makeup."
