A hand quietly reached out and forcefully pried open Qiao Xiaren's fingers before tightly grasping them. Qiao Xiaren only felt the clearly-defined knuckles of the hand holding hers, gently rubbing her palm in a slightly annoyed manner.
The hall was dimly lit, and no one else noticed Si Limo's subtle actions for the time being.
Qiao Xiaren glanced at him and firmly held his hand in return, as if to reassure him. She didn't understand why Si Limo seemed to harbor such a strong hostility towards Chu Yifei.
The T-stage show had just begun, drawing everyone's attention to the runway.
As the background music consisting of trendy fashions resonates through the field, the entire venue was submerged into a dim ambiance. The audience on both sides disappeared into the darkness, as models began to appear from the T-stage.