CH 12.2

“Older Sister Jiang!” Fortunately, Tong Jing Nian discovered her in the corner first.

Jiang Tiao turned around and slightly smiled, “Little Tong.” She looked over at the man next to her, “Mr. Fu.”

Her greeting to him is, as always, awkward and formal, as if she had just met him for the first time and not his personal makeup artist.

The wind rustled the red maple leaves outside the pavilion. Fu Ting Chuan gave a sound of acknowledgment.

The script in his right hand hung naturally by his side.

He is wearing an ancient costume, looking like a handsome scholar.

If he was really in the Tang Dynasty, with just a glance, all the young maidens in Chang’an will faint from excitement.

Fu Ting Chuan glanced at Jiang Tiao’s hands and saw that she still has the gloves on even though he is not present.

Really obedient.

He has a masculine ideology that prefers well-behaved women. No trouble, no rebellion, and can do things herself.

Last year on a talk show, a female host pestered him about his ideal type. In the end, he got so impatient that he spit out the word ‘obedient.’

After standing there in silence, Jiang Tiao said, “I’m gonna go. You two need to rehearse right so I won’t bother you.”