The New Year's Gala was getting closer and closer, so Lu Yao increased their rehearsal time from one hour a day to two.
The girls spent every evening in the gym's dance studio, meticulously practicing their moves in front of the mirror.
Jiang Silu's dancing improved by leaps and bounds; even Lu Yao said she had a gift for it.
After rehearsal ended that night, Lu Yao was so exhausted she collapsed right onto the floor. "I can't go on, I can't," she said, her voice weak. "I need a break. Lulu, can you tell your dad if we can start half an hour later tomorrow? I need more sleep."
Jiang Silu, who was packing her things, stifled a laugh. "You tell Uncle Chen yourself."
"I don't dare. Your dad's driver looks so fierce," Lu Yao said, quickly shaking her head.
Lin Xiaoyi chimed in with a laugh from the side. "How is Uncle Chen fierce? He even handed me a water bottle last time."
Chen Yu leaned in as well. "Exactly! You're just a scaredy-cat."
