"Producer."
In this stretch of silence, Wen Mian suddenly spoke up.
She looked at the producer and softly called out to them.
Just those two words, but they sent a shiver through the producer's body.
The other party looked over, trembling, their face still plastered with an eager smile.
"Ah, what can I do for you?"
"I've injured my wrist, and the doctor has ordered that I cannot do any hand movements for the next week, so I won't be able to participate in tomorrow's performance."
As Wen Mian said this, the producer's expression turned exceptionally sympathetic.
But without any solution in mind, they could only agree with Wen Mian's words.
"Don't worry, we will keep your spot for you, we will definitely call you for the next show!"
Wen Mian wanted this time.
As for next time, who knows when that would be.
She forced a smile and straightforwardly expressed her wish.
