He Is Warmer Than Time

In the hospital, Jiang Feng was still putting on a plaster, her right foot was severely fractured, and her right wrist had also fallen into the plaster. She was so painful that she was heart-piercing.

While swearing in her mouth, she called her assistant: "How's the art troupe? Without me, wouldn't it be a success tonight?"

The assistant had just ran over to the hospital phone booth to make a call, and his face was ugly right now, and he dared not tell the truth to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng's tone became worse with pain: "What about you, dumb?"

The assistant tremblingly said: "Sister Feng...the art troupe... everything is business as usual..."

Jiang Feng hissed and gasped, "Everything is business as usual? How can everything be business as usual?"

The door opened and Director Li's assistant Zhang Ying walked in. The people on the side called Sister Ying respectfully. Only Jiang Feng squinted at her: "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Ying suddenly humbled and asked warmly: "Director Li doesn't worry about you, let me come and have a look."

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth and asked, "I ask you, what's the matter with the cultural troupe? I heard that the show is still on?"

Zhang Ying hurriedly said: "That's it, Sister Feng, after you fell, we found out that He Jiao had moved hands and feet on your shoes."

Jiang Feng's eyes burst into flames: "Bitch, did the director fire her?"

Zhang Ying coughed lightly: "The director remembered her big demerit, and punished her backstage to do miscellaneous work."

Jiang Feng was full of anger: "It's really cheap for her!"

Zhang Ying said again: "Seeing that you can't make it to the night scene, this girl actually wants to replace you and act for you."

Jiang Feng was so angry that she jumped up: "I, bah, is she worthy too?"

Zhang Ying said calmly: "She also said, she has written down all your lines, and she wants to make up for it."

Jiang Feng smashed the cigarette case in his hand: "Bitch, Director Li won't really let her come on stage to replace me, right?"

Zhang Ying hurriedly said: "How could the director let someone who made a mistake replace you? After that, everyone in the regiment will follow the example of He Jiao, so that others will be able to take the position. Isn't that a mess?"

Jiang Feng's anger stopped for a while.

Zhang Ying said again: "Because Sister Feng, you really can't catch up, and the tickets are all sold out. There is no way, the director had to send Song Ran to the rescue."

For a moment, Jiang Feng was a little startled, the front was so long, just to make Song Ran have nothing to say, right? She seemed to follow Director Li's words.

She gritted her teeth and said: "That girl...isn't she a messenger? Can she do it? Is the director joking about our regiment's reputation and future?"

Zhang Ying hurriedly followed the hair: "Sister Feng is definitely inferior to yours. That girl, when she came to the stage, the audience below was not satisfied. She said that it was our troupe who was deceiving and that she only wanted to watch your play with Sister Feng, but... Isn’t there no way? Sister Feng, you are so badly injured here, you can’t let you go to the show with a cane, and you have to rush to catch the ducks on the shelves..."

This was so impeccable that Jiang Feng couldn't say a word in choking, so she could only say distraughtly: "Okay, I know, you can go back."

Zhang Ying cared again, saying that she hoped that she would recover soon, and the art troupe couldn't do without her waiting for her to shine.

Jiang Feng was a little impatient: "It's OK, I know it all."

As soon as Zhang Ying left, Jiang Feng's expression turned gloomy. He gritted his teeth and said to her assistant: "You can go back and see how Song Ran plays."