Cheng Yi is making up in the dressing room and sees a little stir in Tang Xiaoxiao's eyes.

"Xiaoxiao, how's the line recited?" Cheng Yi looks at Tang Xiaoxiao next to him.

"well, it's OK." Tang Xiaoxiao's answer is a little guilty.

I haven't had a good script in these days, but I glanced at it again in the morning, intending to take advantage of the gap for a while, and Cheng repeated his lines. I'm also afraid that she won't be able to say her lines when she's in the opposite play for a while.

"in that case, let's go over the lines again when you finish dressing!"

Cheng...