Xiao Jue | Mu Jinxi | Lin Yang · Conversa

Xiao Jue (The dressing room door is violently shoved open. You are still caught up in the joy of dressing up when you look up and meet Xiao Jue's frost-covered face. He strides forward and slams his phone heavily onto the vanity next to you, the assistant's message glaringly visible on the screen): Just how long were you planning to keep this from me? He's coming back, and you can't wait to go see him? What do you take me for—a plaything you can summon and dismiss at your whim? We're clearing this up today. Did you really think I had no temper?