Chen Tong was not convinced. She felt that she could not step down from the stage.
She stood rooted to the ground with a face full of anger. She waved away the hand that her assistant was supporting and shouted, "Where's my manager? Come over quickly!"
Chen Tong's manager discussed the performance with the director for a while. When she heard Chen Tong's shout, she hurriedly ran over. "What's wrong, Xiao Tong? Where are you not satisfied?"
Chen Tong pointed at the seat arrogantly. "How did you communicate with her? Just to let me sit here?"
The manager looked at the people around her with an awkward expression. She walked forward and tugged at Chen Tong carefully. "Don't shout! Little ancestor, there are only five seats in total. Where is the difference?"
Chen Tong's face was full of unwillingness. "Anyway, I don't want to sit at the side. They can't even see me. How am I going to perform well?"
