Firing Lin Luoshi wasn't because of Luo Xiaoqian, but he came because of her.
Luo Xiaoqian quickly grabbed her phone and stuffed it into her pocket, a happy expression all over her small face, "Well, thank you for bringing my phone to me!"
No matter his reason, at least with Tiger Lin gone, she had one less person's mood to worry about, and rehearsal would meet less resistance.
Seeing her smiling face, Leng Zimo's expression also softened, "Go get ready. During the competition, I won't be giving you any special treatment!"
"I don't need any special treatment from you, just don't put up any roadblocks for me!" Luo Xiaoqian stuck out her tongue at him, making a silly face, and turned to walk back to the studio.
Leng Zimo stepped forward to leave when suddenly the door beside him was pushed open from inside, and Luo Xiaoqian's little head popped out.
"What is it?" he asked with a puzzled lift of his brows, "Anything else?"
