Yu Xianfeng clutched her chest with a saddened face and collapsed onto Mu Chuanlin, "Mu Chuanlin, just look at Jiang Siyan, all charm and no humanity, leaving you all alone. You'll keep me company, right?"
The small artists here didn't have separate dressing rooms; they would change out of their performance clothes and then make space for other performers.
This year's Lantern Festival gala had invited numerous dance troupes; with so many people, there naturally wasn't enough space.
Xie Xinghui changed out of her performance outfit in a corner, handed it to the person in charge, and hurriedly packed up her things to leave.
It was already late, and she had to get back early.
If she was late, her roommates would get angry.
Just last time after a dress rehearsal, they were already unhappy when she got back.
Those people actually stayed up late, playing games and making calls in the dark, but if Xie Xinghui made any noise, she couldn't avoid being scolded.
