"Miss Feng, we need to talk privately"
Even if it wasn't addressed to him, Xiu Yan felt the chills from that sharp, icy voice. He bit his lower lip as if he committed something bad. Just by feeling the tall, handsome man's grasp around his shoulder was enough to make him shut.
Chen Zixuan's eyes turned to him, still displeased. "Go back inside and change," he ordered. "You could have refused,"
As soon as his shoulders turned light, Xiu Yan immediately dashed back inside the dressing room. He locked the door and looked at himself once more in the wall mirror. "What's his problem?" He raised his hands and tugged the edge of the crop top.
Xiu Yan put on his yellow top back and tucked it in his black knee shorts. He removed the ponytails and wiped the excessive lipstick from his mouth. He only uses lip balm constantly.
