"Alright, Sister-in-law." Han Ting nodded.
She wasn't surprised at all by Dodo's mother's request, "Then, Sister-in-law, please take good care of the child."
It's just an insignificant role, originally arranged to accommodate her. Otherwise, with her stiff body and lack of allure, why would she be wanted?
She was somewhat useful anyway.
Unexpectedly, she didn't appreciate it.
It's fine that she's not participating.
Dodo's mother's absence didn't have much impact on the small team; everyone knew Dodo had been sick these days.
Anyway, she was the type who's dispensable in their little group, only chosen because she's close to Han Ting.
"If only we could get Fan Cuiling to stop dancing, that would be even better," Zhao Ying muttered from behind, "then we'd be completely secure."
They only had one program, the army would definitely keep it.
"That's too obvious," Han Ting shook her head, "and we're not familiar with Fan Cuiling, rashly interfering would leave evidence."
