Her hair was rarely let down; the stylist had curled it into soft waves, and after styling, it naturally cascaded to her waist.
She was wearing a pair of five-centimeter white high heels, and when the door of the dressing room opened, everyone outside had a look of amazement in their eyes.
Lu Xingzhi was originally extremely beautiful, and with a little makeover and makeup, she looked even more like an untainted fairy, elegant and ethereal, pure and holy.
Yet those charming eyes of hers were so captivating.
Lu Xingzhi walked out and headed straight for Huo Jincheng, "Uncle, do I look good like this?"
"You look great." So great, I don't even want you to go on stage.
"That's good." She still wanted to debut beautifully on stage.
