Backstage at the concert.
Everything was ready, and Shen Zui had already done his styling and changed his outfit, waiting to go on stage.
His agent Suoxu reminded him for the third time that after the opening dance, he would immediately have to "fly" down from above the stage.
Like an angel.
Shen Zui initially responded slowly, but eventually completely ignored it.
Suoxu watched Shen Zui staring blankly at his phone, urgent as flames licking his eyebrows.
"I say, Young Master, can you put down your phone for now? You'll be up on stage in two minutes!"
Shen Zui's gaze flickered. His thin lips curled into a smile: "I knew she wouldn't come!"
Suoxu was slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand: "Who are you talking about?"
Shen Zui put down his phone, saying lightly: "Nobody!"
Suoxu reacted, then understood: "Are you talking about that exposed ex-girlfriend of yours?"
Shen Zui didn't answer.
