Hai Tong complied with his wishes and changed into the most conservative evening dress, and Zhan Yin volunteered to help his wife put on makeup.

Haitong rejected him without even thinking about it.

"I still want to meet people."

She made Zhan Yin open his mouth several times and was speechless.

His reaction amused Hai Tong again, she asked him with a smile: "Do you know how to put on makeup? Don't hide your little thoughts and turn me into a ghost mother, so that no one will stare at me."

Zhan Yin: "...I haven't helped women put on makeup, but I can't turn you into a ghost mother to scare people."

"Forget it, I can't trust you, I'll do it myself, you go and make your preparations, I'm going out later."

Zhan Yin refused to leave. He said, "I have nothing to prepare. I'll change my casual clothes into a suit, and my house slippers into leather shoes. You can tie a tie for me, and I'll be fine."

He doesn't need makeup.

He was born handsome, but make-up would make his handsome ugly.

Uncle Zhan never wears makeup.

"We don't need to worry, it doesn't matter if we go slowly, as long as we show up."

In previous years, Zhan Yin would go to the banquet held by Kong Lao very late, and he would leave after going there without staying too long.

Uncle Zhan is used to being late and leaving early.

Haitong went back to the room and sat down at the dressing table, said to him while doing her makeup in the mirror: "You are used to coming in late and leaving early."

"I don't like being surrounded by them."

"Who told you to be Young Master Zhan?"

Zhan Yin said, "If I'm not Young Master Zhan, I wouldn't be able to marry you."

If he wasn't the boss, grandma wouldn't let him marry Haitong.

"Boom boom."

There was a knock on the door.

"Go and open the door."

Haitong drove him away so as not to babble in her ears. She never dreamed that one day, the mature, calm and cold young master Zhan would become a Tang monk, and her head ached from chanting scriptures.

Zhan Yin quickly came over and smacked her cheek. When Haitong wanted to slap him, he quickly ran away to open the door.

"Master."

A servant stood at the door of the room. When Zhan Yin opened the door, the servant said respectfully: "Mr. and Mrs. are here."

Zhan Yin hummed and closed the door.

"Who's here?"

Haitong asked while putting on makeup.

"My parents are here." JrNovels.com