Jiang Ruan let go of Xu Ru's hand, unconcerned, and said, "I'm fine as I am, I'm not entering a beauty pageant."
"No, that won't do. You are my teacher; I must maintain our reputation. There's no room for looking shabby. Come with me."
Without another word, Xu Ru dragged Jiang Ruan off towards her dressing room.
Jiang Ruan, with no other choice, just followed.
...
At the entrance.
A black Bentley sports car slowly pulled into the parking lot.
The car door swung open.
A man stepped out.
He was dressed all in black, quite tall and lean with wide shoulders and narrow waist. His well-proportioned, straight figure was topped by a black baseball cap, obscuring most of his finely chiseled face.
He also wore sunglasses and a face mask.
His outstanding presence was undeniable, impossible for passers-by to ignore even if they tried.
The man, phone in hand, entered the lobby. The concert was taking place in Hall number one on the second floor.
