Lin Yunan shifted his gaze from Xia Ling to the pins in his hand.
The pearl on the head of the pin was beautiful, and they complemented the princess dress perfectly. If not for him pulling them out of the dress, nobody would have realized what was hidden beneath the surface.
Was this a coincidence? Or was this intentional?
Lin Yunan was aware that these pins could be found all around the props room and the makeup rooms, mainly because most of the clothes were borrowed and would usually not fit the artistes exactly. These pins were used as markings for the purpose of doing alterations on the clothes. The pins would rust over time, but for all eleven pins to be rusty was too coincidental to be true.
It seemed like his words from a few days ago had come true… this girl had developed enemies faster than a rocket could fly.
Who did she offend this time?
