Feng Wu was a little on edge, but the more nervous she was, the calmer she looked.
No one could tell how agitated she was deep down.
Luckily —
Feng Wu had put on her makeup, mimicking the dancer she had replaced. Otherwise, she would have been found out already.
After searching the group, Feng Xun frowned.
Because he couldn't smell the cream which the ugly girl had used to disguise herself. That was to say, that girl wasn't wearing it at the moment.
What Feng Xun didn't know was that with the right skills, even ordinary makeup could be used to disguise one's face; it was just that it wouldn't last as long.
Feng Xun didn't see the familiar face at first glance, nor did he catch the scent. He frowned.
Could it be —
Could it be that he had been mistaken?
Was the girl not among the dancers?
Feng Xun looked at the faces again.
"Your names!" Feng Xun snorted.
