Hearing Lin Kuang's praise once again, Fan Bingbing's smile grew even wider, and she felt truly happy. Just as she was about to say something, Zhao You walked in.
"Bingbing, we need to go to the stadium for rehearsal now."
At the sound of Zhao You's effeminate voice, Lin Kuang couldn't help but shudder slightly, his expression turning sour.
Seeing Lin Kuang's expression, Fan Bingbing let out a light laugh. "You, go ahead and get ready. Lin Kuang and I will be right there," she said with a smile.
"Okay, but be quick," Zhao You said again, his voice carrying a whiny, complaining tone that was quite uncomfortable to hear.
After he left, Lin Kuang let out a quiet sigh of relief. That sissy, he thought.
"Oh, come on, You is just like that," Fan Bingbing said with a chuckle, looking at Lin Kuang's displeased face.
Lin Kuang rolled his eyes. "I know, but it's a bit much for me."
"Alright, let's sit for a moment. We should get going soon," Fan Bingbing said with a smile.
