The Magnificent Son-in-law Chapter 759: Entering the Backstage

"Actually, when I saw the concert tickets, I didn't feel much excitent inside, and even thought it was quite boring," the little girl smiled and said, "The reason I pretended to be so happy was because Xiao Feng rembered this matter.

In fact, I am really annoyed by those fans who chase celebrities to the point of belittling themselves.

To put it plainly, I spend money to support you, that's why you're a star and have value.

If one day I don't support you anymore, who are you to ?"

This perspective left Xiao Feng and the others greatly surprised.

No one expected that such a young girl could see things so clearly.

Lu Yao chuckled and said, "I saw you have a lot of Chai Yanna's songs on your phone. I thought you were one of her die-hard fans."

"Songs are songs, and people are people," the little girl said earnestly, "I like listening to her songs because so lody or so lyrics resonate with , that's all.

As for her personal character and integrity, that's not sothing I should be concerned about.

She can't harm , and I can't hurt her.

So these things don't affect at all."

Xiao Feng ruffled the little girl's hair, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

This girl has really grown a lot.

Just as he finished marveling in his heart, he heard Wang Lubo, who went to drive not far away, exclaim: "Damn!"

Xiao Feng felt puzzled and called everyone to follow as they walked toward Wang Lubo.

However, when they saw the situation inside the car, everyone was stunned.

Inside the comrcial vehicle, sothing very important was missing from the driver's seat, and that was... the steering wheel.

And on the driver's seat, there was a note. Picking it up, they saw a line of beautiful handwriting: Keep your filthy hands to yourself!

Xiao Feng was dumbfounded for a mont, then recalled that earlier at the VIP channel entrance, when Wang Lubo helped the female thief pick up the glow stick, he had touched her hand a few tis.

So it's said that the female thief bore a grudge and, using her skillful theft abilities, opened the car door.

Then... stole the steering wheel?

"Call the police! We must call the police!" Wang Lubo said furiously, "I've never seen such indecent behavior!"

"No point," Zhao Guo'an shook his head and said, "Regardless of other things, without a car key and not breaking the window, can you open the car door intact like this?"

"Are you saying the police might not believe it?" Wang Lubo pointed upward, "There's a cara here."

"Then go check the surveillance and see if you can identify the suspect," Zhao Guo'an shrugged, looking indifferent.

Wang Lubo looked to Xiao Feng, seeking an opinion, "What do you think, Feng?"

Xiao Feng rubbed his chin and said, "Although Old Zhao is usually unreliable, what he just said does make sense.

Reporting to the police doesn't serve much purpose."

"Explain clearly, why am I unreliable?" Zhao Guo'an said displeased.

Xiao Feng ignored him, lost in thought.

A skilled thief working so hard just to steal a concert ticket and a steering wheel?

It seems sowhat unreasonable.

"Should we take a cab back?" Lu Yao asked.

Wang Lubo waved his hand in frustration, "No need, I'll arrange two more cars to co over."

While waiting for the cars, Xiao Feng casually asked, "Bozai, is there a way to get into their backstage?"

"That's easy, but why would you want to go backstage?" Wang Lubo asked in confusion.

"To collect money."

"Collect money?" Wang Lubo looked puzzled, "From whom?"

"Ma Digua."

"Pfft! Hahahaha!" Wang Lubo burst into laughter, "Is there really soone nad Dugua? What an unfortunate na."

Zhao Guo'an chid in, "A bad na doesn't necessarily an bad luck, Old Wang, you've got a nice na, but you can't prevent your steering wheel from being stolen."

"..." Wang Lubo.

He suddenly felt a familiar sensation, rembering when he first t Xiao Feng, he was always being jested with like this.

In fact, during this ti with Xiao Feng, Zhao Guo'an had mastered the art of making sharp remarks and sarcastic comnts effortlessly.

His verbal skills had reached another level!

"Old Xiao, who is Ma Digua?" Zhao Guo'an asked.

Xiao Feng replied calmly, "The one who sang so exaggeratedly, nothing was clear, and scread on stage like a madman before collapsing at the end."

"Does he owe you money?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Xiao Feng asked back, "If he didn't owe money, why would I ask him for it?"

Zhao Guo'an paused for a mont: "Do you want the truth or a lie?"

"I'd prefer it if you just stopped talking," Xiao Feng snapped.

"..." Zhao Guo'an.

At this point, Wang Lubo ca over with a work badge in hand.

"Feng, it's all set. With this, you can move around backstage."

Xiao Feng nodded, took the badge, and hung it around his neck.

In fact, sneaking backstage without a trace was as easy for him as eating or drinking water.

However, Xiao Feng never did anything without a reason.

It's Ma Digua who owes him money, not the other way around.

Since when does a creditor have to sneak around to collect a debt?

"You all wait here for the cars. If they arrive and I'm not back yet, just go ahead, I'll catch a cab later," Xiao Feng instructed.

This ti, he took the staff passage.

The passage led directly backstage, where many people were busy working.

Makeup, costu, lighting, sound crews—everyone was on high alert, ready to handle any ergencies.

Xiao Feng estimated that there were at least five or six hundred people in the backstage area.

All these people were working together to keep Chai Yanna looking glamorous on stage.

In essence, individual power is often quite limited.

Just then, a hand rested on Xiao Feng's shoulder: "Don't you have anything to do?"

The voice sounded annoyed, like a foreman catching a worker slacking off.

Xiao Feng turned around to see a middle-aged man in branded clothing, wearing a work badge of a different color than most others.

The border and lanyard weren't blue, but yellow.

"Well, I'm a fan of Ma Digua, and I wanted to get his autograph or take a photo," Xiao Feng said, unflustered.

With so many people backstage, it wasn't possible for the man to recognize everyone, so there was no need to worry about being exposed.

Besides, even if he got caught, a call to Bozai would solve it.

"You think you can just get an autograph or a photo?" the man retorted sharply. "You want to be a president too, do you think that's possible?"

"Sigh..." Xiao Feng sighed and said, "Do you know what your words just now an?"

The man hesitated, then subconsciously asked, "What do they an?"

"It ans it's ti for a good nap."

As the words fell, the man's vision was filled with a fist.