"The things are here."
"Where is she?"
"She went out for something, said she won't be back tonight."
"Good!"
Sheng Ning handed the keys and name tag to Demira, "Here's everything for you. Tomorrow, I'll transfer an initial sum to you. From now on, the theater's management, operations, and promotions are all in your hands. As for me, my focus is on the dance drama and performance."
"You perform?" Demira really didn't expect this beautiful and exquisite woman in front of her to be in the same profession.
When they first met, she didn't pay much attention to Sheng Ning, or rather, she looked down on her. Always thought she was a rich girl doing this purely out of boredom.
Just squandering money.
Sheng Ning executed a high-level dance spin, a full three hundred and sixty degrees, as light as a swallow. The expression on her face as she danced was mesmerizing, as if she was born to dance and the stage inherently belonged to her.
Wherever she is, that's where the stage is.
