In a dressing room backstage after the concert,
Chen Hao took the opportunity to ask Luo Qinhan for two autographed photos.
But suddenly, a mysterious power transferred into his mind and was clearly captured by his spiritual power.
So his gaze instantly turned in a certain direction.
"Chen Hao, what's wrong?" Luo Qinhan's voice interrupted Chen Hao's puzzled expression.
"It's nothing." Chen Hao shook his head, and his eyes couldn't help but reveal awe when he looked at Luo Qinhan.
The outfit she was wearing was no longer the white dress from the stage but a casual embroidered camisole.
It hung loosely on her body, with a tighter black shirt underneath, snugly wrapping around her shapely figure.
"Sorry about what happened just now," Luo Qinhan said with a slightly flushed face, apologizing to Chen Hao.