Jiang Lai looked at him, then reached out and patted his head.
"You little brat, I'm your mom right now."
"You're not my mom."
Yangyang turned around and mumbled something, then saw Hengheng waiting in the wings, wearing a white ballet costume and with his hair slicked back impeccably.
"Hmph, pretty boy."
Yangyang snorted, lifted his head proudly, and walked past him.
Jiang Lai knew why Yangyang didn't like Hengheng, so she didn't say anything.
Mo Wanwan took the initiative to say something.
"The performance was wonderful. Was this outfit prepared for you by the director's team?"
A simple remark seemed to imply that Jiang Lai had already known about this event and had prepared the outfit in advance.
Jiang Lai smiled.
"Yeah, what can I do? The director likes to take care of me a bit more because we have a good relationship."
"You..."
