Xiang Yiran's recording was about to begin.
Bao Yancheng had dropped her off backstage and returned to the company.
Without Bao Yancheng around, Xiang Yiran breathed a sigh of relief.
She didn't have to pretend or hold back anymore, and could freely show her displeasure.
With the help of Xiong Lin, Xiang Yiran changed into her glamorous performance attire.
Seated in her wheelchair, she instructed Xiong Lin coldly from behind.
"Is everything ready?"
Xiong Lin bowed her head to check the front of the dress, and after verifying it thoroughly, she spoke.
"There's no problem."
There was a fierce gleam in Xiang Yiran's smile.
Indeed, as long as the whole world did not believe Wen Wanzhi, no matter how she slandered her, it was acceptable.
Xiang Yiran laughed coldly, comfortably leaning back.
This world was just so cruel.
She had experienced it long ago.
The staff called Xiong Lin, and she went on stage first to record.