"Hehe, I told you so. No one is more suitable than your mom," Ai Wei stated proudly, bumping shoulders with Xia Ziqian.
Even Danny, upon seeing Xia Liyou's makeup, was left speechless with amazement.
A woman as radiant as a flower, she embodied the very essence of that analogy.
Even though he didn't outwardly praise her, he was secretly grateful that his dress found its ideal wearer.
The saying goes, 'Three minutes on stage demands ten years of training off stage.'
However, for Xia Liyou, who had zero stage experience, it was only normal for her to feel nervous.
"Ai Wei, I...I need to go to the bathroom," Xia Liyou swallowed hard, struggling to speak.
"Again? Didn't you just go? Liyou, are you really nervous?" Ai Wei looked worriedly at her, feeling her cold, sweat-drenched hands.
"No...I'm not nervous, who said I'm nervous? Maybe I drank too much water earlier," Xia Liyou defended herself.
