Ke Shaoze directly picked up Hou Xiaofeng's collar, threw him aside, and warned in a low voice: "Go away! How many times have I told you, stay away from her!"
Hou Xiaofeng stood up from the ground: "Isn't it just to take a photo, why are you so fierce! Besides, even if I want to chase Brother Rou, so what? If you have the ability, you go after him too! Let's compete fairly!"
Ke Shaoze clenched his fists tightly, feeling distressed in his heart: Why didn't he want to... But, her heart had probably been lost in Luo Yichen's body.
In the world of love, there has never been such a thing as fair competition...
An Yirou had already put on her makeup at home, and stood quietly in a corner, watching the crowd in a hurry.
Taking advantage of the chaos, she sneaked into the prop room...
The lights in the prop room were a little dim, flickering, and making a hissing sound. An Yirou squatted down, and found the pair of white high-heeled shoes that Su Rourou was wearing in a mess of clothes and accessories.
She took a pin out of her pocket and dug it lightly into the bottom of her high-heeled shoe.
On the flesh-colored sole, a very thin silver needle appeared immediately. If you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all.
There was a cold smile on the corner of her beautiful lips: Is it the school flower? Waiting to be a joke!
After doing this, she quickly put the high heels back in place, then turned around and left the props room.
Just when the door was pushed open, she bumped into someone.
"An Yirou? What are you... doing in there?" Lan Xi'er was about to go in to help Su Rourou get her clothes, when she saw An Yirou coming out with a panicked expression, she couldn't help feeling suspicious.
"No... nothing, it's just that the thread on my clothes is a little loose. I'll go in and get a pin." An Yirou put away her flustered look, and said pretending to be calm.
"Really?" Lan Xi'er cast a sidelong glance at her, opened the door and entered the room, ignoring her.
An Yirou stood uneasily at the door for a while, through the crack of the door she saw Lan Xi'er taking Su Rourou's clothes and shoes.
Seeing that she didn't notice anything unusual, she let out a long sigh of relief and went back to the dressing room.
Lan Xi'er then walked out of the prop room, she had a premonition: An Yirou must have done something...
Thinking of this, on the way back to the dressing room, she carefully checked Su Rourou's white dress and her high heels.
Something seemed to light up on the bottom of the high heels, flashing across her eyes in the dark corridor.
Lan Xi'er turned the high-heeled shoes over, and saw a shiny silver tack firmly embedded in the sole.
An Yirou, she really deserves to be An Yirou, just like her people, she has a kind face and an evil heart, but she also plays tricks behind her back!
The depth of the pin piercing into the sole of the shoe is not too much, and you won't notice it when you just put it on. Only after walking a certain distance, the sole is squeezed, and the tip of the pin slowly reveals...
Lan Xi'er curled her lips in disdain, and reached out her hand to pull out that tack.
But just as the hand reached mid-air, it stopped.
In her mind, the sticky and lingering eye contact between Su Rou and Luo Yichen during rehearsal emerged.
It is said that those in the authorities are obsessed with onlookers, maybe Su Rourou has not realized her feelings for Luo Yichen, but as her friend for many years, she can clearly see the attachment and love in her eyes.
It's just... her deep affection deeply hurt her heart. The thorn in my heart seems to be buried deeper...
Like a ghost, she withdrew her hand and returned to the dressing room.