Host, it's starting to smell a little like that. Keep it up.
444 Never had she expected Tang Meina to perform so well. She had nearly applauded her brilliance.
"As long as you really can sing, you shouldn't cause any trouble. It's just that you might offend..." Nanny Wu did not finish, but her meaning was already crystal clear.
Su Qiao had no choice but to put her "top-tier tea artistry" to use. She blinked innocently and helplessly. "It's only a foreign song. It should be fine, shouldn't it?"
"How about this? Help me tell Sister Jin that I'm still not going." Su Qiao looked as though she had thought it over several times and was now a little frightened.
"It's already too late. Sister Jin has gone to find Third Master. If Third Master can't get away, I'm afraid you'll have no choice but to go onstage."
"Miss, you don't need to worry either. Maybe this old woman is just overthinking things." Nanny Wu gently patted her shoulder and comforted her.
However, the moment she finished speaking, a rich fragrance swept over them. Before the person arrived, a voice tinged with anger had already reached them.
"You're going onstage?"
Tang Meina no longer wore the seductive smile she had shown onstage. Her eyes now held anger, and her voice carried a chill and a hint of menace as she stared intently at Su Qiao, who was sitting before the dressing table.
"Are you sure?"
No one else dared to say a word. They silently continued with their own tasks.
Su Qiao paused, then said helplessly, "If I don't go on, then you can lip-sync!"
"You...?"
Tang Meina did not understand foreign languages at all, so how could she possibly lip-sync to one?
Even with the Chinese songs they had