She returned to the screen, sending gifts, joining the chorus of fans begging the dancer to take off his shirt. But then Jian Wei messaged again: Please.
Xiaobao furiously typed: I said I am busy, I can't come!
When she looked back, the shirt was already off. She had missed the best part, the slow reveal.
Annoyed, she immediately called Jian Wei through video.
Jian Wei blinked at the incoming call, surprised she even bothered. He answered, only to be met with her livid expression.
"What, what, what! What do you need, your highness?" Xiaobao snapped.
Jian Wei furrowed his brows. Not once had she ever called him that. It was always Jian Wei, Wei-ge, Wei Wei, Ah-Wei… but never by his title.
He wanted to retort, but instead he shut his mouth. "Sorry. Did I disturb you?"
"Yes, you did," Xiaobao shot back. "I was watching my... something, and you ruined it."
Jian Wei's jaw tightened. He knew he needed her back in the lab as his assistant, so he had to be extra nice.
