The young production assistant, wearing flats and carrying Wen Ming's water bottle, still couldn't keep up with her.
When Wen Ming pushed open the door to the main breakroom, the five singers who had arrived earlier were all whispering amongst themselves. She entered with natural poise. "Has the seventh singer gone on stage yet? I'm not late, am I?"
"No, not at all," the five singers in the room all stood up. Wen Ming quickly took a couple of steps forward. "Please, everyone, sit down. There's no need to be so formal. You're making me a little embarrassed."
After shaking hands with each of them, everyone sat down on the sofas. Just then, the seventh singer took the stage. Seeing the chubby figure, Wen Ming chuckled softly. "I had a feeling it might be Sui Yu. I can't believe it's really him."
