Amidst the raging sea of screaming staff members, cursing executives, and crying production assistants, Chen Ying stood completely still, an island of absolute tranquility in a storm of chaos.
Her male disguise, combined with her naturally commanding presence, gave her an aura of detached, youthful authority that seemed to radiate from her very frame. While everyone else in the room was wasting their energy looking for someone to blame or screaming for security, her mind was operating with cold, algorithmic, and rapid precision.
She stepped forward, her heavy leather boots clicking firmly and rhythmically against the concrete floor, the sound cutting through the noise and drawing the manager's panicked, bloodshot gaze toward her.
"Calm down," Chen Ying commanded. Her husky, disguised male voice carried a sharp, icy weight and an absolute lack of fear that instantly silenced the frantic murmurs inside the dressing room.
