Chapitre 87: Chapter 87 Broken Dreams 3

Mo Ran clutched the front of her suit tightly, her eyes reddening in an instant.

"Let's go, let's get down, stop jumping, it's okay now," a deep male voice sounded in her ear, and she could only leave the stage in an awkward manner, following the man.

"Hahaha——"

As she walked off the stage, she heard the roar of laughter from the crowd.

Her face turned beet red in an instant; her tears fell drop by drop, and she had never felt so wronged and humiliated.

Once inside the warm car, Mo Ran was still trembling. She lowered her head, carefully opened her suit, and saw the frayed fabric at her chest, revealing a hint of softness beneath.

She blushed with shame once more, tears flowing uncontrollably down her face.

"Don't cry, it's over now," Tang Song said, gently wiping her tears away with a handkerchief.

"Why did it turn out like this?" she asked herself quietly.