Hai Shen, Su Huai’an, and the others were the second group to leave. Only after all the leaders had departed could it be their turn. By the time they stood up to look around, Xu Qigang had already disappeared.
Meng Ping remained seated, his handsome face brooding and terrifying. He too was observing, scrutinizing. Which of those people had sneaked away early? Xu Qigang was not there, Shen Yu was not there, Chen Yingjie was not there, Shangguan Tao was not there...
Meng Ping did not mingle in the rescue world, but he recognized all the people he should. He could assert that Bai Oulan’s adulterous lover was definitely among these people.
"Meng Ping, are you going home?" Su Yun turned around and said, "I want to go backstage to take a look. Do you want to come with me, or go back first?"
"I’ll go with you!" Meng Ping stood up, his lips curling into an ambiguous smile, then he turned his head to look at Jiang Shaobo, "Do you want to go backstage with us?"
"Really? Can I?" Jiang Shaobo was thrilled, clapping him on the shoulder, "Good brother, so loyal. I’ve never been backstage with the actors! Do you think we’ll see something we shouldn’t?"
Meng Ping pushed him away disdainfully, "If you see something, just take a good look."
"Hahaha... true to your reputation as the Second Young Master..." Jiang Shaobo laughed heartily, genuinely admiring Meng Ping’s skill in changing girlfriends.
Su Yun led the Qianjin Troupe, and today, Qianjin’s limelight had been completely taken by the General Union, making her feel as if she had swallowed a fly, extremely uncomfortable.
She had intended to stay out of sight for a while to cool down, but she could not hold back any longer. Moreover, anyone who needed to lose face had already done so today; what was there to worry about?
Su Yun, leading her people majestically, reached the backstage, where even the people from the cultural department greeted her politely.
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"Hmm!" Su Yun nodded primly, but when she reached the changing area, she did not see her people.
"Why are you guys here?" She was surprised to see the General Union Dance Troupe members. "This place was clearly allocated to Qianjin."
Yang Wenying, having just finished speaking with Chen Yingjie outside, heard Su Yun’s words from afar and approached, saying, "This place is ours now. What, you have a problem with that?"
"Who allowed you to use this place?" Su Yun turned angrily towards the people from the cultural department, "Was it you?"
"Sorry, Su Tuan, it was arranged by those above."
"Above’s arrangement? Whose arrangement? Make yourself clear."
"Are you stupid?" Yang Wenying said impatiently, "You’re not here, naturally because you’re not capable. What more is there to ask? Hurry up and leave, don’t delay the actors from removing their makeup."
"Yang Wenying, I’m warning you not to go too far." Su Yun, enraged, was about to explode when Meng Ping gently tugged on her sleeve.
"Stop quarreling, what’s the point?"
"You’re right!" Su Yun, who really favored Meng Ping and listened to him, said, "Talking to people like you is pointless. You better continue to gloat, thinking you can always be arrogant. My husband Xingzhi and I just had a little spat, and we will reconcile. You think you can take advantage of that? Hmph!"
After speaking, she turned away proudly. People from Qianjin, having heard her, excitedly came out.
"Tuan Leader, you’ve finally come."
"Tuan Leader, in your absence, some people have been playing favorites and deliberately suppressing us."
Bold members of Qianjin crowded around Su Yun to complain.
Jiang Shaobo watched the vivid open and covert struggle, stunned and, for a long time, unable to snap out of it.