At four o'clock, Ziqian received a call from Du Qianqian, asking him to pick her up at the set, and she needed to go home to change her clothes first.
Although somewhat displeased, Ziqian still agreed, she was his girlfriend, and he felt he should treat her well!
But as Ziqian sat in Du Qianqian's living room, he waited ten minutes, twenty minutes, an hour, and still hadn't seen her come out, nearly wearing out the magazine in his hands.
Finally, Ziqian couldn't stand it anymore and stood up, walking toward the cloakroom, which was filled with tried-on clothes, while Du Qianqian was still trying on outfits in front of the mirror.
"Knock, knock, knock," Ziqian knocked on the door.
"Ah, Ziqian? Do you think the purple evening gown I'm wearing looks good, or is the blue one in my hand better?"
"You've been trying them on for an hour!" Ziqian was very displeased, waiting, especially for a woman getting ready, was something he always disliked immensely.
