Ni Bingyan barged into the venue. People greeted her, but she was in no state to respond, frantically craning her neck to search for Wei Shuojie.
Wei Shuojie was smiling and chatting with a producer she knew. When she saw Ni Bingyan's panicked expression, she knew something was wrong. She quickly excused herself and hurried over.
"What's wrong? You're in such a panic."
Wei Shuojie knew she wasn't the type to make a fuss over nothing. An expression like that meant something major had happened. 'But what could possibly go wrong just walking the red carpet?'
'Don't tell me she fell?'
Wei Shuojie discreetly checked Ni Bingyan's clothes and shoes. Seeing no scrapes or damage, she breathed a sigh of relief.
'As long as she didn't fall, anything else is manageable.'
'Falling on the red carpet used to garner sympathy, but nowadays, fans just call it a staged fall. That's not a good look.'
