"But don't cry for too long, your makeup won't look good if it's smudged. This is just the preliminary selection, there will be bigger stages waiting for you in the future."
Zhou Xiumei sniffled, took the tissue, carefully dabbed the corners of her eyes, and nodded vigorously, her eyes full of dependence.
Fang Cheng casually took her heavy guitar case, slung it over one shoulder, and with his free hand, patted her shoulder:
"Let's go, our future singing star, we must celebrate today."
Leaving the bustling broadcasting hall, the outside world was no quieter because of it.
The spacious public rest area and corridor were still crowded.
Looking around, everywhere were the hurried staff members, other contestants, and their accompanying friends and family.
Fang Cheng, carrying the guitar case, forcefully made a path through the crowd with his shoulder, protecting the two girls as they reached the elevator lobby.
