As seven o'clock approached, the auditorium was packed, with nearly three thousand seats filled. From the stage, it was a sea of heads in every direction.
Qin Hai and the other two had just arrived backstage when a girl saw Han Xiaoxiao and her eyes lit up, "Xiaoxiao, you're just in time. Did the expert you mentioned come? We're about to confirm the performance order, and you can't stand us up."
"Senior Sister Feng, this is my brother-in-law. The expert I mentioned is him!" Xiaoxiao, with Qin Hai's arm in hers, said cheerfully to the girl.
The girl glanced at Qin Hai and quickly pulled Han Xiaoxiao aside, whispering, "Xiaoxiao, are you sure? He doesn't look like an artist!"
Han Xiaoxiao covered her mouth and chuckled, "Then, Senior Sister, what do you think he does?"
The girl looked back at Qin Hai and at the security uniform he was wearing, saying, "Why do I feel like he's wearing something like a security uniform?"