In the Peach Garden's backstage lounge, Fan Zhengyu quietly waited for the manager's response, while the backstage staff had already started whispering among themselves.
"It is said that Boss Zheng originally wanted to collaborate with the X Orchestra, having a mime interrupted is something he cannot tolerate, I'm afraid the collaboration is going to fall through."
"This performance is a rare opportunity, a fusion of East and West with a big orchestra, it would be a pity if Boss Zheng declines."
"He's always been quite headstrong and doesn't care about fame and fortune."
...
Fan Zhengyu waited for about five or six minutes, when the manager pushed the door open and came in with an apologetic expression, "Miss Fan, I'm really sorry."
The performers steeped in classical culture have their own kind of elegance and pride.
"It's okay." Fan Zhengyu just smiled.
"This... I'm sorry I couldn't help." The manager looked apologetic.
