The night before their wedding, her fiancé ran off with his mistress. Out of frustration, she grabbed the man standing in front of the Civil Affairs Office, "President Mo, your bride has not arrived and my groom has run away...May I suggest we get married?" Before marriage, she said, "Even if we were to share the same bed, nothing would happen between us!" After marriage, he said, "If we don't try, how would we know?"
"Scared?" Tangning looked confusedly at Han Xiner not quite understanding her point.
"Don't worry. Even if I tell you, you wouldn't understand," Han Xiner shook her head before continuing, "Go look for the martial arts choreographer. I'll come look for you in a bit."
Tangning watched as Han Xiner walked over to Bei Chendong. Tanging couldn't understand what was going through her head; this was obviously the best chance for a little fan like herself to ask for an autograph, yet she was scared...
Bei Chendong's head remained lowered not giving anyone eye contact. It was exactly this foreign and distant feeling that made Han Xiner uncomfortable.
But, unexpectedly, Han Xiner managed to find a trace of similarity with Mo Ting on Bei Chendong's face.
She didn't keep it to herself though. Instead, she subconsciously shared her thoughts, "You look very similar to President Mo..."
"We are cousins."