The light strip in front of the makeup mirror was a bit dazzling, illuminating the pores on Ling Shuang's face.
She pursed her lips in front of the mirror. They were red, the color of killing and decisiveness.
The makeup artist was about to pin the expensive lily on her head when the cell phone on the table buzzed and moved around on the smooth marble countertop.
The screen lights up. There were no notes, just a bunch of pictures sent from an unknown number.
Ling Shuang lowered her eyelids and opened the screen.
The photo is very clear and the angle is extremely tricky.
The background was the presidential suite upstairs that had just been confirmed half an hour ago. The male protagonist was Zhou Jingming, who was about to exchange rings with her. The heroine only showed a side face, but the Van Cleef & Arpels necklace that Ling Shuang had just given away was so recognizable.
Lin Wanrou.
Ling Shuang's finger hovered on the screen for two seconds.
The secret behind the protagonist's halo