Online, fans from all walks of life were still eagerly spreading the news about their beloved idol's new album.
However, Xu Qingqiu's studio was surprisingly calm, with days spent practicing either singing or dancing.
Yes, Xu Qingqiu, for some unknown reason, had suddenly decided she wanted to dance at the concert.
"Ouch—my legs are so sore—"
"What were you thinking? You're a pop singer, not a sing-dance-rap artist. Aren't you just asking for trouble?"
"Who do you think you're looking down on? I practiced in a girl group before, you know. Back when you were dancing, you had to learn from me!"
Because she had overdone it with dance practice the previous night, Xu Qingqiu woke up feeling terrible. Her legs ached, her arms ached, and even her abdomen ached. In short, every part of her body that had been exerted during practice was sore.
At that moment, Chu Tian was leisurely helping her towards the elevator in the parking garage, muttering all the while.
