Two women were complaining about Yang Fei, yet Yang Fei had already started calling Xu Zhiqing.
In the backstage dressing room of the Red Pavilion, Xu Zhiqing's new agent, Pea Sister, looked worried and anxious.
There were just over ten minutes left until showtime, and the lighting technician, sound engineer, and band drummer were all in position.
Yet, the one who really mattered, Xu Zhiqing, was resting her chin on her hand, staring blankly, as if waiting for something.
In front of her was an Apple phone.
Pea Sister knew she was waiting for someone's call.
But who could be so important that Xu Zhiqing would sit there expectantly, without doing her makeup or preparing?
With Xu Zhiqing's status and fame, Pea Sister couldn't understand who would be worth her pining like this?
"Miss Zhiching, there are only twenty minutes until showtime, shouldn't you start preparing..."
Realizing the timing, Pea Sister wisely stopped speaking.
