"What do you think Old Man Zhao is doing backstage?" Old Man Chu nudged Old Man Shen lightly with his elbow. Perhaps because he was afraid that people around him might hear him, he lowered his voice.

As he spoke, he glanced in the direction of the backstage.

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Mr. Shen put the teacup on the table.

Mr. Chu rolled his eyes at Mr. Shen in response.

Realizing that Su Ziyu had not returned, Mr. Chu turned his head and looked towards Shen Zhihuan's position.

He was startled by the empty seats.

"Old Shen, this show has been over for several hours, why hasn't our beloved granddaughter come back yet?"

Mr. Shen was just thinking about the empty seat next to him when he suddenly heard Mr. Chu say that his lovely granddaughter had not come back. He turned his head and saw that his lovely granddaughter was really not there. He hurriedly waved to the orderly on the other side of the aisle.

The orderly just stood up and prepared to go over.

It was unknown what Mr. Shen was thinking of, but he stood up all of a sudden and strode towards the backstage.

Seeing this, Mr. Chu no longer cared about enjoying his popular song, but stood up and followed him.

Then there is Yu Jingyan...

When the three of them rushed to the backstage, they really shocked the backstage staff.

A staff member who has worked backstage for more than ten years said that it was the first time he had seen so many leaders appear backstage at the same time.

After a while, the people in the backstage control room also came out.

"Where is the yangqin player?" Mr. Shen asked, worried that the backstage staff might not recognize Shen Zhihuan.

"Mr. Shen, are you talking about Commander Su's wife?" asked the middle-aged man in the backstage control room.

"Yes!" Mr. Shen nodded hurriedly.

My dear granddaughter is about to give birth, if she gets bumped into something...

Mr. Shen felt dizzy just thinking about it.

"Did you see it?" the middle-aged man looked at the staff behind him.

Someone immediately shook his head.

Everyone is busy with the stage and the audience, costumes, and props. Who has time to pay attention to who comes and who leaves?

"I seemed to see Brigade Commander Su supporting his wife towards the administrative building." A petite girl in olive green clothes spoke timidly.

Several people turned around and ran towards the administration building.

Leaving a group of people confused and bewildered.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

"What else could it be? It must be that Mr. Shen and Mr. Chu haven't seen their granddaughter come back, so they are worried and anxious and came to look for her."

"Mr. Shen and Mr. Chu really love this little granddaughter! They came looking for her after not seeing her for a while."

"Who has such a beautiful and capable granddaughter and protects her like the apple of their eye?"

"You know what, Commander Su's wife is really pretty. Her face is as tender as a peeled egg. Most people can't even catch up with her, let alone riding a donkey or riding a horse."

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"Is it ever going to stop? You never stop nagging. Are you still going to work?" a middle-aged man in the backstage control room roared.

Everyone instantly scattered and pretended to be busy.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man snorted angrily and turned back to the backstage control room.

At the edge of the curtain, Zhao Yanran, who was wearing a dance costume, clenched her fists tightly.

Don’t be afraid of making people laugh when you tell others about it!

"Yanran, where did you borrow this dance costume? It looks so beautiful!" Wu Feifei, who was squatting in the corner helping her tidy up her dance costume, looked envious.

"I bought this myself." Zhao Yanran lowered her eyes and glanced at Wu Feifei who was squatting at her feet, with a hint of disdain in the depths of her eyes.

"When you went to ask for leave for me, Teacher Ren didn't say anything, right?"

"No, I told you to come here to perform, and Teacher Ren nodded immediately." Wu Feifei gently stroked the pink lace on the hem of Zhao Yanran's skirt, her eyes flashing with envy and desire.

"I heard that you and Liu Chunhua are relatives?" Zhao Yanran raised her chin slightly.

As proud as a peacock spreading its tail.

Mr. Zhao is in that position, and as the only younger generation of Mr. Zhao, Zhao Yanran is naturally surrounded by all kinds of people.

There are countless people who rush to curry favor, flatter and fawn on you.

Many times, Zhao Yanran only needed to give a look and the people below would know what to do.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

While Zhao Yanran despised those who fawned over her and flattered her, she also extremely enjoyed their admiration, envy and flattery.

"She is just my girlfriend's cousin, not a real relative." Wu Feifei's eyes never left Zhao Yanran's dance costume.

Zhao Yanran naturally did not miss the envy and greed in Wu Feifei's eyes.

"I heard that she was seriously injured. Didn't you go to see her?"

"She went? Of course I didn't go. When I went there, her face was still bruised and her left eye was swollen. That human trafficker was really cruel! He beat a good person like that." Wu Feifei sighed in a pretentious manner.

Everyone knew that being abducted by human traffickers would be a painful thing, but no one expected Liu Chunhua to suffer so much.

He was beaten beyond recognition.

When she entered the ward that day, she didn't recognize the person at first.

This is the case with the strong and healthy Liu Chunhua. If it were the sickly Shen Zhihuan, she would have died immediately!

"But I heard that she was rescued from a cripple's home." Zhao Yanran blinked, looking innocent and ignorant.

"You mean, she has been sold by human traffickers?" Wu Feifei's eyes widened in shock.

A young woman was sold to a bachelor...

Any fool knows what's coming.

Zhao Yanran hurriedly covered her mouth, looking as if she had accidentally revealed some secret.

"Then didn't she get taken away by that cripple..." Wu Feifei's eyes lit up with excitement.

"Fei Fei, you must not tell anyone about this! Liu Chunhua is already pitiful enough after being raped by that guy. If everyone knows about it, she will be too ashamed to face anyone." Zhao Yanran looked around and whispered.

But after she gave this instruction, the faces of the female arts soldiers of the 78th Army who were waiting to go on stage all became excited.

Many of them even exchanged glances secretly.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't go out and tell lies. If I do, I will always be at the bottom of the exam." Wu Feifei was almost swearing to the heavens.

"Oh! I believe you!" Zhao Yanran curved her lips, revealing two cute dimples.

As the two were talking and laughing, the staff member in charge of determining the order of the performances came over and said, "Comrade Zhao Yanran, the next performance is your solo dance. Hurry up and prepare for your appearance."

"Okay!" Zhao Yanran smiled sweetly at the staff, and quickly took off the pink down jacket wrapped around her body and stuffed it to Wu Feifei.

As soon as the announcer finished his announcement, she walked onto the stage leisurely.

The light gauze dress swayed gently with her steps, giving her an inexplicable ethereal feeling.