Shen Yanci had barely exchanged a few words with Song Yunxing before the wardrobe crew began wheeling racks of clothes in and out.
The concert coordinator also came in to confirm the running order with him, casting a slightly surprised glance at Shen Yanci.
Just as the coordinator was about to speak, the young man immediately set down his porridge and pushed Shen Yanci toward the door.
"It's almost time. Go find your seat. I need to get to work." He looked anxious, his words coming faster.
Before Shen Yanci could react, the black bag was forcibly shoved back into his arms.
"Make sure you stay in your seat until the end!" the young man reminded him, then immediately shut the door.
Bang! Shen Yanci was shut out once again.
He lowered his eyes, let out a long, helpless sigh, and put on his mask.
People bustled through the backstage area as he went around the emergency passage and headed toward the VIP seats.
He deftly unzipped the black bag and opened its magnetic compartment, revealing all sorts of banners and fan merchandise.
After a moment's consideration, Shen Yanci reservedly took out a custom light stick and closed the bag.
The crowd gradually grew, and a woman took the seat beside him.
As soon as she sat down, she noticed the light stick in Shen Yanci's hand.
His light stick was different from the ordinary ones. There seemed to be a button at the bottom for changing its color, and an acrylic charm of a chibi boy hung beneath it.
Why did that light stick charm look so familiar?
The woman was about to ask, but the man wore a mask and gave off an unapproachable air.
A little intimidated, she decided she might be imagining things. It had been