After 7 Up went out, the fatigued Xiao Bai finally found some peace. If he were to marry a wife in the future, she must definitely not be a sweet little silly girl as such—they should either be as pretty and cute as his little auntie or as cold and beautiful as his mummy.
He leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes, wanting to rest for a little while when the door was pushed open, followed by a displeased voice.
"Why should Qianxun get to use this dressing room? Even if it's not used right now, I can't use it? So, my status is inferior compared to Qianxun right now? Given my current status, why should I squeeze with all the others out there?" A shrill voice rang out.
"Isn't it just a dressing room? Do you have to get so worked up?" A male voice comforted her.