C39 Collarbone

Zheng Yiyi sat in front of the mirror, Gao Yang's tall and straight figure appeared in the mirror.

"Gao Yang, I have to thank you again." Zheng Yiyi tilted his head slightly to the side, coordinating with stylist's movements.

Gao Yang smacked his lips. "Don't say it's useless, let's discount it!"

"Gao Yang, can you not be so philistine?" Sister Hua snorted