"Lu Xiaohua, shut up," Qin Xiaoyu snapped angrily.
"Did I say something wrong? Isn't your sister-in-law from that place?"
The two girls standing nearby saw they were about to argue and quickly pulled back, but simultaneously moved Qin Xiaoyu back, fearing that she would go forward to pull Gu Qiaoqiao away.
It was so lively, even livelier than a comic dialogue show.
Gu Qiaoqiao furrowed her brows, turned around, and reached out to turn off the video camera.
The sound and image abruptly disappeared.
The people below were all taken aback.
Gu Qiaoqiao then spoke up, "Bai Yun was just joking with you all. Er Ren Zhuan is a folk art from the Northeast, with a history of over three hundred years. I really like it, but I can't sing it."
"I wasn't joking," Bai Yun said. "Sister-in-law, you..."
But Gu Qiaoqiao quickly interrupted Bai Yun, "Would you like to sing with me?"
"I..." Bai Yun hesitated. She was set up to be embarrassed, how could she possibly sing with her?
