"Is this what your dance looks like? Forgive me for being blunt, but it's too messy." Han Ting pointed at a few sisters-in-law rehearsing nearby and said, "What is all this? It has no theme."
"Sister-in-law," Gu Lingling smiled at her, "What are you here for?"
Han Ting was startled.
"Yes, Han Ting, may I ask what you're here for?" Mo Hongying lazily stood next to Gu Lingling, glancing at her slyly, "I don't recall inviting you to guide us?"
Han Ting's face flashed with embarrassment, "I am also a military wife. Your dance represents all military wives, so what's wrong with me giving some feedback?"
"Exactly, just because it's not well-made, doesn't mean others can't give feedback," Liu Qiao Lian said quietly on the side.
To say her voice was quiet was only relative to her usual tone, yet it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
"Oh." Gu Lingling nodded indifferently, "Go ahead then."
Wouldn't this feel like hitting a cotton ball with a punch?
