Qian didn't force him. If he doesn't want to go, then so be it.
She planned to find out what was going on with Yu Mingxi tomorrow and had her ways to make Hai Zhao appear.
Qian had never failed in her professional field — except for that time with the implanted hypnotism losing to Huaoli.
When Yu Mingxi saw Qian backstage, there was still half an hour before the performance officially began.
She immediately noticed the beautiful peony tattoo on Qian's shoulder and curiously touched it.
"Is this real or fake? Would that petty man really let you have this on your body?"
"It's fake; it's done with a special dye, also called a seven-day tattoo, which lasts about seven days."
Qian looked rather proud.
Yu Minglang, that shameless guy, after finishing his business, dressed up like a bandit and hummed a tune while getting ready for work, but his sharp eyes spotted the little dresses Qian had chosen for him.
