Hearing several exclamations coming from the backstage entrance, Yun Chan handed the disposable paper cup in her hand to Jiang Lingxi, who had helped her a lot today, and then turned her head to look.
At a glance, she couldn't help but be amazed, quickly lifting her feet to greet them.
"Mr. Carlo, what brings you here?"
Carlo's gaze passed over her and landed on Jiang Lingxi, who was sitting in front of the makeup mirror drinking water.
Even in this noisy and busy backstage, that figure remained serene and composed, regal and imposing.
Even if someone walked by, when they reached that area, they would instinctively lighten their steps, afraid of disturbing that person.
Carlo was reluctant to look away.
In the country he was from, the royal family still existed.
But as time passed, the once-powerful aura of the royals had faded as their power slipped away, and now they had become more like mascots.
People still greet them, following the etiquette passed down through the ages.