"Jian?"
A passing supermodel saw that Jian had dropped something, instinctively picked it up for her, and handed it to her, but Jian just coldly took it without even a word of thanks.
The supermodel instantly felt a bit embarrassed, as if she had somehow wronged Jian by helping her.
Musheng, who had followed Zhao Sishang out, asked others for the direction to the restroom, but just as he got delayed by Jian, Zhao Sishang was nowhere to be seen.
It was clear she hadn't gone to the restroom.
So, turning around to go back, Musheng saw Zhao Sishang just as she entered the backstage area. Zhao Sishang looked at her with a bit of confusion: "Musheng, you..."
"Just talked to some people."
After coming up with a casual excuse, Zhao Sishang nodded her head. She couldn't possibly verify these things, so naturally, she wouldn't think Musheng had followed her out.
What exactly she had gone to do, Musheng didn't ask.