Nan Zhi stood up and hugged the staff who worked with her on the program one by one.
Under the cacophony of voices, she lifted her long skirt hem and walked to the stage with confidence and elegance befitting of a queen.
Mu Sihan and Xue'er were sitting by the aisle, which meant that Nan Zhi had to pass them when to get on the stage.
Nan Zhi lowered her eyes and looked at the man's well-defined side profile. He was sitting upright and straight, under his well-defined nose, his sexy thin lips were pursed tightly.
No one could guess what he was thinking.
But Nan Zhi was sure that he had helped her again tonight.
After returning from abroad, it seemed that every step she took, his footprints would be left with hers.
Every time he helped her, he had never asked for her gratitude or reward. He had always pushed her up and even when she fell down accidentally, he would try to catch her.
