"Look there. He has already gone backstage. He has been invited as a host for sure."
Bai Zhe walked backstage; the area was separated into different rooms. A makeup artist swiftly walked over to him and paused. What the makeup artist was seeing was a young man who had a captivating look. He dressed simply but stylishly, so it was like his aura was that of the perfect husband. Everything looked so perfect that the makeup artist did not dare to do anything.
"You go and get some rest. Thank you for your hard work," said Bai Zhe before going to talk with staff about the scheduled events on stage. The host came over to talk with and rehearse the script with Bai Zhe.
"Bai Zhe, you've arrived." Wu Jia walked backstage together with Qian Mo, the president of the National Writers’ Association.
"Hello, Mr. Wu and President Qian." Bai Zhe bowed.