Death Wish

Jin Chonglin removed his manager's hand from his arm.

"Chill, man. I'm just going to chat with my sister-in-law. What's wrong with that? Besides, I'm so nervous for our performance later that I need to talk to her to calm down," he said, looking as relaxed as always, not nervous at all.

Lin Dong rolled his eyes. "Nervous, my ass. I would believe it if those words came from another artist but from Jin Chonglin? No way. You've already performed all over Asia and even in other continents. You certainly have more experience than Iris in performing live and you want to talk to her to calm down? Think of something more believable next time."

Jin Chonglin just shrugged and still moved to enter Iris' dressing room. However, Lin Dong blocked his way with his own body.