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Fu Han's gaze inadvertently met his, and both were startled for a moment before quickly diverting their eyes. It was like a dragonfly skimming over wild grass alighting onto the surface of a pond, touching the water for less than a second before flying away, without even causing a ripple.
The premiere was about to start, and even backstage the cheers of the audience could be heard.
Bai Wei's parents had been led to their seats in the audience by Zhao Ting, leaving only Bai Wei and Fu Han in the makeup room. The rest had gone out to attend to their duties, entrusting Fu Han with the task of escorting Bai Wei backstage.
"Okay, the mic is all set up, we can go," Fu Han said, patting Bai Wei's shoulder with a faint smile on her face. After all, this was the first work she had done as a photographer, and she was very much looking forward to it.
The two had already left the waiting room, but after a few steps, Bai Wei suddenly stopped, "Where is Luo Qinghe? Where is he?"
