Just like that, Gong Xiaoxiao was ignored by Yun Qiao.
It was a pity that she didn’t notice it at all. All she could think of was that the ‘master’looked at her in a different light and wanted to leave some time alone for her fortune-telling.
She stood from noon under the scorching sun until the sun set in the west.
Until tens or hundreds of people had finished reading, it was still not her turn.
Gong Xiaoxiao couldn’t hold on any longer.
She was wearing high heels, and her feet were blisters. She even endured the sudden drop in temperature after sunset, shivering from the cold.
Even in filming, she had never suffered like this.
However, in order to get a word of advice from “Master,”she endured it.
It wasn’t until she was about to cry from the cold that she asked Yun Qiao in a low voice, “Master, when will it be my turn?”
