"Why do you think you can take our spot? I found this place first." The young assistant spoke up a bit resentfully.
Zhou Lin's assistant looked at her arrogantly and said, "Is your name written on this spot? Or did the organizers reserve it for you?"
"Even though not, but..."
"Since not, there's no 'but'. Whoever sits here first gets it." The assistant completely dismissed Tianxing beside them, finished speaking disdainfully, and then called the other assistants to start preparing makeup for Zhou Lin.
The young assistant's face turned red, but she didn't know how to refute. She had to turn around and look at Tianxing apologetically, "Sister Tianxing, I'm sorry."
Tianxing raised her hand and patted the young assistant's shoulder, "It's okay, we'll find another spot."
She had just made a comeback, and with so many performers backstage, she didn't want to get tangled up with Zhou Lin over such small matters and leave a bad impression.
