Song Tian followed her gaze and saw the old fan on the ceiling. She bit her lips, touched.
Qiao Nian did not waste any time and said, "Change your clothes. We don't have much time. We only have two hours. We have to make the best use of our time if we want it to be effective."
It wasn't that easy to get the dance and music to fit perfectly well, and the opening ceremony was just a week away.
It was most likely unrealistic for her and Song Tian to have such chemistry on stage in such a short time.
However, it was still not a problem to develop an adequately smooth performance.
Song Tian hurriedly nodded and found a cubicle to change into her dance clothes upon seeing that Qiao Nian did not mind the place she had booked and had no intention of blaming her.
