"Su, are you feeling unwell?" asked Jiaojiao. "Even though you didn't sing off-key, you could do better."
"Emm, I'm just in a bad mood," said Yan Su with a deep voice.
Jiaojiao didn't ask anything further. Every artist had their own secrets.
Back at the hotel, Yan Su spent the whole night sitting behind the French window.
Shi Xiang called her, but she didn't answer her phone.
The next day, the dark circles under Yan Su's eyes gave Jiaojiao a shock. "Didn't you sleep last night?"
"I couldn't sleep well in a strange place." Yan Su asked the makeup artist to give her thick undereye makeup.
That afternoon, after attending the event, she flew back to Xia City.
Gao Hang called to invite her somewhere, but she didn't want to go. However, her schedule was known by a lot of people, and she had promised to go, so she asked the chauffeur to drive her there.
