Chapter 234: Balabala Sakura Dance

"It's almost our turn," Jian Zhiqing picked up Taotao, the little meatball did a good job today, sucking on her little fingers from time to time, with round eyes full of vigor, probably because she was well-fed and had enough sleep.

When they arrived backstage, Jian Zhiqing was like a drill instructor with a group of little turnip heads, lecturing them for a long time. Qin Xiangnuan sometimes felt he was a bit too harsh, but these little turnips really responded to it—they all stood neatly in line and nodded in agreement.

Qin Xiangnuan squatted down and rubbed Taotao's head.

"Taotao, perform well today, and sister will make you some delicious candied sweet potatoes, okay?"

The little meatball's eyes lit up, and her head bobbed nonstop like a wave drum.