True Lady's Identity Is Revealed

"Hello, everyone. I'm the chief director of the production team for 'Actors Home Home Home', Jiang Fei. After listening to Teacher Han's comments just now, I have something to say."    

"The details that Teacher Han mentioned were not shown to the audience through the camera. This is undoubtedly the fault of our program team. Thus, here, I apologize to everyone - I'm sorry. "    

After bowing, she continued, "However, everyone can see that the live broadcast is being filmed through multiple cameras. Although we weren't able to switch to the corresponding camera, we recorded all the details. So, next, we will broadcast the other scenes of the performance to our audience members. "    

" Next, please enjoy the performance of Chuxi and Zheng Lanlan, the two actors! "    

Before he went down the stage, Jiang Fei glanced at Sheng Chuxi and gave her a thumbs up.    

Sheng Chuxi smiled and nodded at her to express her gratitude.    

When she was performing, she knew that these details might be overlooked. But she still put her heart into performing. Because no matter what the final result was, no matter if these things were seen or not, she wanted to do her duty as an actor, to do every scene perfectly. To do her best.    

She originally thought that no one would see this.    

She didn't expect Han Jinzhi to point it out. She also didn't expect that Jiang Fei would come out and help her...    

Her heart couldn't help but feel warm.    

At this time, the big screen started to play the performance just now.    

...    

After the hooligan smoked for a while, he turned around to look at the middle-aged man.    

"Brother, you came here because you are sick?"    

While the middle-aged man was silent, he looked at the pocket of the military coat with a nervous expression. However, the middle-aged man was still immersed in his own world and did not notice his strange behavior.    

Thus, the hooligan extended his finger and carefully took out the stack of money, then quietly stuffed it into his arms.    

The middle-aged man did not notice.    

The delinquent couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.    

At that moment, the middle-aged man finally answered, "I'm not sick. It's my mother who's sick."    

The thug was stunned.    

"What illness? Is it very serious?"    

The middle-aged man's voice was filled with bitterness.    

"It's cancer. Furthermore, it has already reached a very serious stage... The doctor said. The risk of surgery was very high, and there was only a thirty percent chance of success. If it fails, the patient will be directly killed on the operating table. He won't even have the chance to see the patient one last time."    

Looking at his red eyes and painful expression, the punk pursed his lips with a pale face. He subconsciously placed his hand where the money was and his eyes lit up.    

...    

"... " If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."    

Looking at the back of the middle-aged man, the hooligan took out the stack of money from his pocket and held it tightly in his hand, staring at him.    

Because he was too strong, his joints turned white.    

In his eyes, pain and confusion mixed together, and all sorts of complicated emotions kept surging...    

It was as if it was just an instant, but also as if a long, long time had passed.    

The little hoodlum finally made a decision.    

He raised his head. On that delicate and pretty face, his expression was calm and firm.    

"Big brother, please wait!"    

...    

The broadcast was over.    

The studio was unusually quiet. Even the sound of breathing could be clearly heard.    

After a long time, the audience finally recovered from their performance. Their eyes were red.