C448 The official commencement of the eye

At seven in the evening, there was a ruckus at the front desk. The audience and the jury were already starting to enter. Qing Huan was doing her final haircut.

The stylists stared at her in a daze. To be more precise, they were mesmerized.

Qing Huan lowered her eyes to adjust the lengthened lace on her arm. She glanced at Shen Yue and smiled