Song Shijia paused, suddenly having a bad premonition:
"Why is Ji Ruofeng here? Is he a staff member?"
Yun Qiluo scratched her head, "I guess so, anyway, he can get us in."
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm," Luo Luo nodded vigorously, then couldn't sit still, excitedly asking, "Shall we go? I've never been backstage before!"
So the two of them held hands, taking advantage of the break when there was no competition on stage, they bent over and snuck in the direction of the backstage.
At this moment, Ji Ruofeng, who was backstage, was already incredibly nervous, his body on the sofa unconsciously tensed up.
He had just received Yun Qiluo's message saying they had arrived at the door.
His palms were sweating from the nervousness.
Not knowing what to do, the team leader responsible for the players' daily life noticed and asked, "Ji Shen, what's wrong?"
Ji Ruofeng, as if seeing a savior, said, "I have two friends coming over to find me, could you… help me meet them at the door?"
