Brother Xingyi, Can You Give Me a Hand?

Back in the dressing room.

The staff member who had come to inform them of the delay of the performance came running in again. He was panting heavily, "Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry. I've just received the notice. The performance will be held according to the original schedule. Please prepare yourself well. You'll be going on stage soon!"

Jiang Xingyi's assistant said unhappily, "We were told to wait for a while, but now you're telling us that it's okay. It's only been half an hour. You guys changed so fast."

The staff smiled and said, "I'm not too sure about that. I'm just here to deliver a message..."

"Okay, okay, I got it." The assistant did not make things difficult for him. After letting him leave, she muttered to Jiang Xingyi, "I'm sorry I didn't do anything. Fortunately, I didn't do anything to him. After all, I've already put on my makeup and changed my clothes. Brother Xingyi, you should rest for a while. You'll be going on stage soon."