Jiang Qingyu stepped forward a few paces.
Duan Rong gazed intently, noticing that this young gentleman wore embroidered clothes and black boots, his beautiful jade hairpin securing his hair. He was indeed strikingly handsome.
At the sight of Jiang Qingyu's face, Duan Rong was troubled at heart. "You're so handsome, how can I even begin to Photoshop you?"
There's hardly any room to adjust those features; altering them haphazardly would backfire...
"Looks like I'll have to work on the imagery instead!"
After a moment of reflection, Duan Rong seemed to finally have a plan in mind.
"Young master, turn your face to the side!"
Jiang Qingyu turned slightly, somewhat impatiently.
Duan Rong carefully observed Jiang Qingyu's profile.
This first business transaction cannot afford to fail!
"Alright, turn back around now."
Jiang Qingyu turned back, his eyes drooping slightly in annoyance.
