The whistle of the Huangpu River penetrated the rain curtain, and Lin Mansheng rushed into the backstage of Paramount holding the hem of his costume. The smell of rouge mixed with moist water vapor hit my face, and the carefully painted face in the mirror was stained by rain, like a crumpled portrait of a lady.
"Sister Mansheng! Boss Cheng's call!" The little maid held up the receiver and chased after her.
