The Huabiao Awards have relatively few categories. Even with the hosts cracking jokes to kill time, about half the awards had already been given out by the time Ni Bingyan and Wei Shuojie returned to their seats.
The director had just accepted the Best Feature Film award and returned to his seat. Seeing them finally back, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice,
"Is everything taken care of?"
Ni Bingyan replied in an equally low voice, "Don't worry. It's all been handled."
Hearing her say that, Deng Yu didn't press further and began to intently watch the short film playing on stage: *The Next Decade, We'll Still Meet in the Movies*.
Producer Zhao, seated a row away, simply gave her a reassuring smile.
News of what had just happened on the red carpet had spread like wildfire.
Seeing her return, many people were stealing glances in her direction. The cameras were trained on her, relentlessly filming as if they wouldn't be satisfied until they captured a hint of fear on her face.
