"No," Su Yuqing shook her head.
"Then why are you so happy?"
"I found some money."
"..."
Her mood lifted, Su Yuqing grabbed more to eat, half a plateful, eliciting Gu Zhan's envy for not having to control her diet. Youth is truly grand.
Since there was no performance stage this issue, there was also no need to collaborate with others. After breakfast, Su Yuqing went straight to the crew's prepared workspace and was somewhat stunned upon opening the door.
All sorts of fabrics, tools, and mannequins.
Many artists had already arrived. She saw Lin Xingwan wearing a piece of Autumn Fragrance brocade, about to cry, and couldn't help but curl her lips sharply.
"Why are you holding that shit-yellow color? Do you like it?" She walked over and looked at it with disgust.
"Ah?" Lin Xingwan jumped up, holding her head and quickly flicking the fabric off her body.
Damn, her image.