The dressing room door opened and closed, and right after Chen Meng left, Wen Qiao had just lifted her butt off the chair by an inch when two shadows flashed in front of her, heading straight for Feng Li.
Wen Qiao lowered her butt back into the chair, feeling quite relieved.
It seemed like raising these two didn't go to waste; before she even opened her mouth, they already knew to latch onto the person for her.
Wen Qiao turned around to face the mirror, leisurely taking off her makeup, ready to hear how Feng Li would explain himself.
Instead, the next second, she didn't hear Feng Li's explanation but heard her two confidants eagerly grabbing Feng Li for gifts.
The two each held onto one side of Feng Li, pulling him back and forth.
"Where's our year-end gift? Where's our year-end gift? Where's our year-end gift?!"
This question popped out of Xiao Chu's mouth.
Six words in one sentence, louder with each repetition.
