But the backstage does not allow idle people, so after Han Rui packed up, she left with her team. She found a simple high chair from the staff in front of the show venue and seated herself in an inconspicuous spot.
The faces on the stage were still those familiar ones coming and going, but she wasn't in the mood to observe their runway models or performances to learn from them, as she was anxiously waiting for Jiang Lingxi to appear.
The anxiety that was initially buried in her heart gradually spread to her face. Hadn't she just made a random guess earlier — could she possibly have guessed correctly?
Among so many internationally famous supermodels present, what qualification or merit did Jiang Lingxi have to be the finale?
It made no sense at all!
As she watched the person she thought most likely to walk the finale turn back backstage, the previously strong rhythm of the music on the stage suddenly changed tune, and a clear sound from a zither tore through the silence.
