The boys were taken backstage, where they were given time to rest.
After running around the big stage to sing and dance for almost two hours, the boys were so tired that they didn't feel like moving a muscle.
Fu Ming Shi chuckled when he saw the boys lying on the sofa like they were dead. Fu Ming Shi wanted to wake them up and remind them to be mindful of their image, recalling that the boys had been working very hard these past few months. Fu Ming Shi decided to be lenient.
Knock! Knock!
Someone knocked on the door while Fu Ming Shi was putting down the food he brought to the table. Before he could say anything, the door was pushed open from the outside, and the boys' assistants peeked their heads into the room.
"Manager Fu," Ding Chuan's assistant greeted.
"You guys are here." Fu Ming Shi nodded. "Just come in."
Under Fu Ming Shi's watchful eyes, the assistants walked into the room while carrying their bags. Their movement halted when they saw that the boys were not moving.
