Ever since she met that b*tch, her previously smooth sailing life had turned upside down.
Every single time something bad happened to her, it was related to that b!tch.
Before, when she was famous, she'd walk around in public without a mask. Now, she had to wear one in fear that someone would recognize her.
On stage, Qiao Qing's cold gaze fixated on her feet. She didn't at all care about the attention she was getting and the whispers about her.
Chen Nanfeng held onto her shoulders and pushed her to the center of the sage, "Qingqing, hey, our visual representative. Why are you standing on the side? You and Ji Chen are in the middle!"
Then, she pulled on her own hair, "Where's our class representative?!"
Others heard this and scanned around. They searched all over but couldn't find Ji Chen.
An employee came up to them, "Are you ready for music?"
"Wait." Chen Nanfeng said, "We are missing someone."
