Soon after, Li Ying quickly adjusted her emotions. Observing the girls in the room preparing orderly, she gave a few instructions to the makeup artists before leaving the changing room.
"Sister Li." As soon as Li Ying stepped outside, she heard a familiar call.
She looked up to see the familiar face of Zhao Hong.
Zhao Hong, who wore a black suit and a hat that evening, was imitating Michael Jackson's classic look.
At that moment, he was holding ninety-nine roses, standing with his hands behind his back. He closely resembled the prince seeking love on TV.
Seeing the flowers in Zhao Hong's hand, Li Ying gave a wry smile and said, "Little Hong, these flowers are for Shanshan, aren't they?"
"Yes." Zhao Hong nodded and respectfully said, "Sister Li, if you want, I can have someone buy flowers for you, but… I can't give roses."
"Don't try to flatter me." Li Ying responded, then remembered something, "By the way, Little Hong, I've been meaning to ask you a question."