This sentence left Su Yuan feeling awkward. He didn't have time to analyze the current situation, so he just lowered his head and gave a faint smile. "Well, there are quite a few male makeup artists now."

"Oh." She - not knowing what she should be called now - turned around and walked into the house. She placed her hand behind her and shook it a little, saying, "Please come in! Close the door!"

Suyuan nodded and followed this rising star of a young model into his dressing room. Looking around, this room was filled with all kinds of colorful wigs, and there was a large box placed on the table that contained various types of contact lenses. An eyeliner was directly left on the table, and heaps of eyeshadow were stored in small bags.

However, in the eyes of Su Yuan, a professional in this field, these things are neither valuable nor professional. However, as an outsider, the quantity is definitely a huge advantage.

Her eyes darted around, and Su Yuan raised her head, ready to introduce herself to him properly. However, as her gaze fell on the person in front of her, she froze in place.

She kicked off her high heels and ran barefoot with stockings on her feet. She dashed to the mirror, grabbed her hair at the top of her head, and pulled it to the side. As she watched her wig being pulled off like tearing off scalp, Su Yuan, an experienced old river and lake character, couldn't help but shudder. He wanted to reach out and help, "Shall I help you? Does it hurt?"

"It's nothing." The person shook his head and threw off the wig net that was stuck to his own hair. He inserted his fingers into his damp hair, saturated with sweat, and vigorously rubbed it.

A scent belonging to a man wafted over, causing Su Yuan to silently turn his head and take half a step back. He was a serious clean freak, and although the scent wasn't strong, it was enough to make Su Yuan feel uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I sweat easily," the person glanced back, half-closed their eyes, and started plucking at their long eyelashes, pulling them downward again...

"You don't have to bother, I'll do it!" Su Yuan was about to step forward to stop the person, but he realized that they had already pulled off the fake eyelashes. These fake eyelashes were not the ordinary kind, but rather clusters that were stuck to the base of the eyelashes. This rough way of removing makeup was truly uncomfortable to watch...

"No need," a trace of displeasure flickered in the person's eyes as their slender fingers hooked onto the bowknot on the collar, slowly undoing it.

This time, Su Yuan was certain. That "ta" was him.

A prominent Adam's apple was perfectly concealed by the butterfly knot. Although his face still carried a light makeup that hadn't been completely removed, the masculine features had begun to emerge. Despite having almond-shaped eyes and petal-like lips, the absence of wig embellishments revealed sharp angles on his cheeks, giving his face a rugged contour.

Su Yuan stood still for a moment, then quickly opened his mouth that had been hanging open inexplicably. Taking two steps towards him, Su Yuan picked up a piece of paper from the table and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Take off your clothes, you're sweating. Let me introduce myself formally. My name is Su Yuan, I used to be a makeup artist for the show. Mr. Li Cen has now assigned me to be your personal makeup artist. Like your manager, I am also considered a member of your entourage."

Halfway through hearing these words, the boy turned his head and began to untie the thick skirt tightly clinging to his body. This kind of skirt looked gorgeous on the outside, but its interior was even more extravagant, with layer upon layer. Wearing it, his arms and legs were exposed, yet it still managed to make the concealed areas unbearably hot.

"What about you?" Su Yuan leaned on the table, his always drowsy eyes looking up slightly. "What's your name? How old are you? And how did you get into this circle?"

"Liu Haoyan, 23 years old." The young man pouted his plump lips and mumbled, "Someone took a liking to me, so they asked me to come... Actually, I..."

He didn't hear clearly the sentence that came after.

Su Yuan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and showed Lui Haoyan the phone interface. "Well, save my number. I'm six years older than you, so from now on, just call me..."

"Uncle?"

The words had barely fallen when that boy already stared at Su Yuan with a strange expression in his eyes, and spoke.

"Uncle... Uncle??" Su Yuan's heart was struck hard, and his usually calm eyelids lifted slightly. He stammered and forced out an awkward smile, "Do I look that old?"

"You're six years older than me, about to turn thirty. There's nothing wrong with calling you Uncle." Liu Haoyan seemed to have made up his mind about this title, as he picked up a piece of paper and violently wiped his face in front of the mirror. "Uncle, don't you have something like WeChat?"