C249 Don't Make Trouble

While Xie Wu Yan was holding up the stage, Zong Xuan returned to the back of the stage to rest. He sat down on the chair, paralyzed. A few make-up artists surrounded him, racing against time to make up his makeup. There was also a stylist who helped him tidy up his hairstyle. It looked like a casual and comfortable hairstyle. In fact, it was unknown how many steps had been taken to tidy it up