Bai Jiusi saw the cunning glint in Liangliang's eyes.
She knew full well that this child was crafty, and calling her "mother" at this moment certainly harbored no good intentions. But what of it? In the face of true strength, all conspiracies and tricks are nothing but paper tigers! Bai Jiusi considered her dancing skills superb, having long surpassed the original version danced by Ye Siyuan, and felt she held the winning ticket.
"High Priest, shall I dance for you in the dressing room?"
"So be it, very good."
The group knocked on the door and entered Ye Siyuan's dressing room.
Ye Siyuan and Si Mingjing had already finished their makeup, and the two sat chatting in chairs. Upon seeing the incoming group, a barely perceptible smile flashed in their eyes.
The big show was about to begin.
Sheng Liangliang dashed eagerly towards Ye Siyuan.
"Aunt, may we use your dressing room so my mother can perform a dance?"
Ye Siyuan furrowed her brow.
