qianjiang's death report, digging a hole to bury the third master?
after a short period of silence, the actors and props team swarmed into the backstage area, filling it up and making it so that there was no place to stand.
"i'm sorry, please make way."
the actors swarmed in, directly squeezing qian jiang out.
jing xingyao found it hard to breathe, and even when the actors greeted her, she had to force a smile. however, what she was worried about didn't happen because qian jiang moved away to make room for the actors. " sorry. "
he then turned around and left the backstage.
at this time, someone needed to change and the hanger was pushed away, so fu qinyuan was naturally exposed. however, the actors were busy at the moment and did not pay attention to why he was behind the hanger.
"did uncle qianjiang realize it or not?" jing xingyao was nervous.
"don't worry, i'm here." fu qinyuan lifted his hand and dusted his pants. she had kicked him twice today.
"you can deal with my dad?"