SQUELCH, SQUELCH, SQUELCH… An indescribably strange sound floated intermittently from the lounge, seemingly following some kind of rhythm. Fang Jiayun's curiosity was piqued, and she slowly pushed the door open.
Could it be that little green tea, Ye Qiao, hiding in there eating?
Suddenly, an idea came to her—a plan to frame Ye Qiao.
The lounge also serves as a dressing room, right? And those performance costumes are all custom-made by internationally renowned designers for Senior Sister Yunwan. The cheapest one is worth a million! If Ye Qiao is eating in there and gets those costumes dirty… As for 'getting them dirty,' it doesn't have to be Ye Qiao who does it. As long as I get a photo of her eating in there, I can sneak in later and ruin the costumes myself. Then, I'll just show them to Senior Sister Yunwan… Heh, Ye Qiao, you little green tea. You just wait until you're bankrupt!
