"Hey! Sister Yang Xin! Quick, take a look and see if the lights are on in the dance studio!" Zhou Ling said as she leaned against the dormitory window.
Yang Xin did not care at all. There was nothing valuable in the dance studio. So what if someone went there in the middle of the night? No matter how hard some people tried, they would not be able to shake her position as the main dancer.
"It doesn't look like Deng Fan is in the dance studio by himself. By right, Deng Fan should have gone home by now," Zhou Ling said doubtfully.
She had always lived in the dormitory building of the art troupe and the facing of her room was the best. Every day, she could see who had entered the dance studio.
Last year, Zhou Ling's family had made arrangements for her to get married, but she refused and had threatened them with death if they forced her. She just wanted to wait for Deng Fan.