Makeup started at seven-thirty. Lin Feng was memorizing his lines from the script; they were so simple they hardly needed any effort.
The makeup artist was new to him—a cool, handsome man who had a rather flamboyant air about him, dressed in an incomprehensible style. Though he was distant with others, he was very attentive to Lin Feng. This was because, through various connections, he had previously worked with both Erbao and Sanbao, and also had ties to Shao Yang's corporation. As a young and extremely capable man, he was poised to climb to greater heights.
"Director Lin, your skin doesn't look like that of a man in his fifties at all. You look like you're in your thirties! How do you usually take care of it?" the makeup artist marveled. "I've done makeup for many male celebrities, but none your age have skin this good."
