Li Qiaoman became curious, thinking about how Weng Xi had torn up the business card Ning Qiluo had given her, and now that Ning Qiluo knew President Jiang...

He then tentatively asked, "It seems that Qi Luo and President Jiang have a close relationship?"

Xie Ya knew, of course, that this was a test: "There are always places in the entertainment industry that are beyond our reach. I'm not very clear about it; I usually only deal with Qi Luo's affairs in the entertainment industry."

That was a flawless answer.

Li Qiaoman gently nudged Xie Ya's arm: "You old fox."

Xie Ya smiled and didn't say anything more.

He prepared to get up and take the trophy from Ning Qiluo's hand.

As Ning Qiluo descended the steps, she held her hand in front of her chest, while simultaneously holding the trophy in one hand and keeping an eye on the steps beneath her feet. She assumed Jiang Yingchi would likely offer her a hand to help her, just as he had done before.

The result was, of course, no.

He walked in step with her, but didn't reach out his hand again, as if ignoring her.

The high heels were pointed-toe and about eight centimeters high, with a subtle silver sheen that perfectly complemented the dress.

However, when I stepped down the stairs, my foot was pushing forward, and because I was a little nervous earlier, my legs were very tense when I stood up, and now my toes are pressing against the ground, which hurts a bit.

Ning Qiluo frowned slightly.

She glanced at Jiang Yingchi; he had already walked ahead of her and had descended the steps before her.

Xie Ya walked over and helped Ning Qiluo up on the last two steps: "Slow down."

"Um."

After Ning Qiluo finished descending the last step, she raised her hand to brush her hair behind her ear, and then handed the trophy in her hand to Xie Ya.

On the way there, Xie Ya took the trophy and said to her, "The awards ceremony is almost over. Qin Xingyao will be performing a song later. After she finishes, we can leave."

Ning Qiluo said, "My toes hurt a little."

Xie Ya asked carefully, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Ning Qiluo: "A little."

"Then we won't wait for the performance. I'll take you away first. It's okay for you to leave now, the organizers won't say anything." Xie Ya put her first and wouldn't let her suffer.

Ning Qiluo had only been officially working with Xie Ya for two or three days when she discovered that Xie Ya was incredibly attentive to both her and her work. It wasn't a matter of who was better, Ning Qiluo or Sister Yang, but Sister Yang simply couldn't compare to her.

Some people noticed that Ning Qiluo left after stepping down.

I just noticed that nobody said anything.

Backstage.

Ning Qiluo nestled in a burgundy armchair, her skirt obscuring her feet. She hugged her knees, looking like a forlorn little girl.

Xie Ya went to get her slippers; she waited here.

She was getting sleepy and almost fell asleep when a sharp female voice woke her up.

"Ning Qiluo, you're not that old, but you're quite skilled."

Weng Xi appeared out of nowhere and specifically sought out Ning Qiluo, immediately launching into a barrage of sarcastic remarks.

Ning Qiluo remained seated, only glancing up at Weng Xi, who was standing a step away from her sofa, and retorted, "Compared to you, I am indeed not that old."

With displeasure in her eyes, Weng Xi lifted her long skirt and sat down opposite Ning Qiluo, placing her handbag on the coffee table with an elegant and noble demeanor: "I didn't mean to target you. I just wanted to make friends with President Ning."

Is this the attitude you should have when making friends?

Unless we're very close, which is obviously not the case.

Ning Qiluo looked at Weng Xi. Her red lips were particularly full, and her features were exquisite, but the fierceness on her face was too heavy.