The show director called for a final dry run before show began.
The seven trainees hurried over and lined up to go onstage.
Fu Jin looked at his trainees and then at Fang Han. "Teacher Fang has a good eye."
Fang Han folded her arms. "Please keep your distance when I'm at work. You picked them and I only helped you assess them. Good or bad, it all depends on how well they perform in future."
Fu Jin chuckled and really kept his distance. He found a seat away from Fang Han and sat down.
Meanwhile, Fang Han's assistant suddenly ran up to her and whispered something that made her face turn dark.
"Why didn't you say something earlier?"
Her assistant was in a bind. "It happened suddenly, and I just found out. Ms. Fang, what should we do now?"
Fang Han frowned and said fiercely, "How many times has he done this? Does he really think that he's irreplaceable?"