"Hurry up," Lu Hechen urged again.
"I got it, I got it," Song Di couldn't help shouting back.
He was applying the facial prosthetic to Lu Hechen while Qiao Jingchen watched.
Soon enough, the prosthetic was in place, adjusted, blending the seams into the skin, then further refined until it was indistinguishable from the real thing.
It was truly seamless.
Qiao Jingchen was stunned, as Lu Hechen had transformed into Mu Linyun as if by magic.
Without regard for Qiao Jingchen's astonishment, Lu Hechen picked up his suitcase, glanced at Song Di and said, "Song Di, you go too."
"What about the company?"
"After Binhai, go to Jiangnan, then you can come back."
"Oh man, I realize I play such a big role," Song Di exclaimed dramatically, looking at him: "Alright, for your love, I will spare no effort until my last breath. Is that good enough?"
Lu Hechen patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Good brother!"