At this moment, the dancer's performance on stage was nearing its end, with the background music picking up pace.
Qi Jincheng pursed his lips, sitting in the chair while the dazzling stage lights illuminated his face, making it appear even more sculpted and three-dimensional.
He gripped his glass slightly harder, his gaze calmly sweeping toward the direction of the changing room, flashing a trace of gloom.
It had already been such a long time, why hadn't Su Yin come back yet?
Could she really be preparing to go on stage for a performance?
Qi Jincheng's expression grew darker, and this time he was determined to see what kind of tricks Su Yin was really playing.
The performance of the third dancer had ended, and the host, microphone in hand, took to the stage with a beaming smile.