"Jing Bao, it's time to get on stage."
The person speaking unconsciously softened their tone.
Talking to Ying Jing, even if the voice gets slightly louder, it feels like it's your fault.
"Okay, I'll be right there." She put away her phone and handed it to Ziyue. Ying Jing followed the staff to the front of the backstage.
The one responsible for handing things over to her was a young girl, whose face was flushed when she looked at her.
"Is this your first job?"
Waiting in the wing was a bit boring, so Ying Jing found some topics to talk about.
The girl was flattered by the question.
"Intern."
I see! She's about the same age as her then.
"You seem quite afraid of me."
The girl immediately shook her head. "No, no. Just a bit nervous."
Ying Jing understood.
