When Qiao Qing arrived at the changing room, her phone flashed.
She peeked at the text, put her dress into the change room, and went to the bathroom.
Mu Jinghang had been waiting for Qiao Qing. Once she got there, he handed her a shopping bag, "My third bro asked someone to tailor you a dress and some shoes. The ones your class got is far too cheap and many people have worn them before. What if you put it on and get an allergic reaction?"
Qiao Qing took over the bag and with much hesitation, she asked, "Where is he?"
"Who?" Mu Jinghang was confused, "Oh, my third bro. He has an international video conference tonight so he won't be here to watch you perform. Plus, he said that he doesn't want to see you dance with other boys. It will hurt his eyes."
The hand Qiao Qing used to hold the bag tightened. Without another word, she left.
Mu Jinghang held onto his chin and watched Qiao Qing disappear. Then, he made a "hmmm" noise.
