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She had looked everywhere, even personally inspecting the backstage kitchen, but she hadn't checked Mo Qingyi's dressing room.
Seeing Chu Jin like this, Duanmu Zhe was utterly confused, "But it's not like that, there are makeup artists inside, and there's a lot of bodyguards standing outside too."
"Little Zhe, come over here," Zhou Jin called in a gorgeous gown, her face beaming with smiles.
Chu Jin couldn't care about anything else now, she turned and walked toward Mo Qingyi's dressing room, with eyes like an unmeltable snow mountain, exuding an aura of frost all over her body.
Duanmu Zhe had never seen Chu Jin like this before, he couldn't care less about Zhou Jin's matter; he quickly turned around and followed Chu Jin's pace, "What's the matter, Ninth Sister-in-Law?"
"I suspect that Xi He has snuck in here, Qingyi might be in danger now. How long have you been away from the dressing room?" Chu Jin asked as she walked.