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luo chenxi took some time out of her busy schedule to feed little gray with supplementary food and milk powder.

mu yichen was in a terrible mood when he saw little gray rubbing left and right on ‘his woman’.

when luo chenxi was being bullied outside earlier, he had wanted to stand up for his wife.

however, ms. tan directly stuffed little grayley into his arms and said, ” watch your mother! take good care of little grayley and watch as mom stands up for your wife!”

mu yichen did not manage to shove his son back into the room in time before madam tan left.

he could only watch as his wife made a name for herself and received countless looks of admiration, while he … could only take care of the child backstage.

she felt like she had taken the wrong script …

on the contrary, the little fellow was not only clingy, but he was also evil. as long as he glared at little grayley, it would pounce into luo chenxi’s arms with a frightened look and shiver.

then, this ‘fierce’ father of his would be reproached by this little woman.

fortunately, before young master mu threw his son into the trash can, mu weiwei arrived in time and took over the task of feeding little gray ash.

it was only then that luo chenxi was able to free herself. she rushed to the backstage at once to check on the final preparations.

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the models backstage had already finished their makeup and were doing the final try-on and preparation.

all the models, stylists, and assistants were crowded backstage, busy.

luo chenxi patrolled back and forth a few times. she frowned ever so slightly.

this time, she was very well prepared. in addition, she had sheng yu, an experienced senior, to help her. every work backstage was carried out in an orderly manner. there were basically no problems. it could be imagined that today’s show would be very smooth.ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

except …

luo chenxi frowned as she looked left and right in an attempt to locate the missing fang ziqian.

what kind of joke was this? fang ziqian was the model who was going to leave the studio today. she was supposed to be the first one to go on stage, so why was she missing?

luo chenxi whipped out her phone and gave her a call, but no one picked up.

she couldn’t find anyone backstage, so she simply walked around the venue and finally stopped at the tightly locked door of the props room.

a strange sound came from the prop room.

luo chenxi stood by the door and listened for a while. she pouted her lips and walked forward expressionlessly before she knocked on the door a few times.

“bang bang bang!”

“second young master bai, i’m very happy that you like the clothes i designed so much. if you like it, i can sell it to you after the fashion show is over. since we’re friends, i can even give you a 2% discount. however, it’s very immoral to ruin a fashion show now. little qianqian will also fall out with you!”

luo chenxi touched her manicure that she had just done yesterday as she spoke slowly.

as expected, before she could finish her sentence, a series of banging sounds came from the props room.

fang ziqian’s angry and embarrassed scolding could be heard in the room.”bai shixun! it’s all your fault! you’re going to sleep in the study for a month! no, no, i’ll sleep for a year!”

“wait, qianqian, you … you can’t do this to me. just now, you were clearly … ouch! you’re trying to murder your husband!”

before bai shixun’s scream could stop, the door of the props room was pulled open.