"AnAn, why are you here?"
The woman, dressed in a loose long dress with a slightly protruding belly, smiled at Meng Cheng'an.
The moment Meng Cheng'an saw her, the smile on his face faded, and then he said, "Nothing much."
The woman was momentarily stunned, then asked with surprise, "Is Xiangxiang here? Where is she? Let me see her!"
Meng Cheng'an's expression was distant, "She's busy, don't disturb her."
The woman awkwardly smiled and then nodded, "True, she's going on stage tomorrow."
Meng Cheng'an: "What are you doing here?"
The woman smiled, "I came to pick up the performance list, and I'll be leaving soon."
Meng Cheng'an nodded, ignoring her, and continued to keep his eyes on the stage ahead.
The woman followed his gaze.
On stage, a troupe of seven or eight men and women were rehearsing a program.
With so many people and in makeup, she couldn't guess who Tian Xiang was.
Forget it.
