The multifunctional hall occasionally emitted lively or melodious music, making the corridor leading to the dressing room unusually quiet.
When Fu Jinqiao heard the man's voice, she was stunned for a moment and then, without looking back, tried to run away.
She didn't want her ex-boyfriend to see her in such a disheveled state, especially since his new love was in his arms, undoubtedly proud.
But wearing a dress was really inconvenient; Fu Jinqiao stepped on her skirt hem and fell forward.
What kind of massive social suicide was this?
It was one thing to lose composure in front of her ex-boyfriend again, but was she now about to perform a face plant?
Fu Jinqiao felt miserably pathetic inside.
Just when she was prepared to enjoy the close contact with the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her into an embrace.
Fu Jinqiao opened her eyes and met the man's gaze.
"Why are you so clumsy?" Mu Qianfan chuckled softly.
