Song Yu wore a white tassel slit dress with pearl earrings. Her shawl-length hair was permed into French curls. With her charming yet playful makeup, she could be said to be a night elf.

The stylist was pouring out basketfuls of nice words, but He was happy and proud beside him.

"That's natural. My sister is the most beautiful."

The time was approaching six o'clock. Song Yu looked at his phone and tugged on He Anle's cheek, "Okay, stop talking, we're coming ...