Qiao Zui and Fang Yao left, and Gu Junzhu took Ye Xingbei and the two little ones back to their own private room.
Ye Xingbei asked Gu Junzhu mystifiedly, "Were you serious when you told me your nephew is a special forces king?"
"Yes," Gu Junzhu responded with a smile, "Why, do you find it hard to believe?"
Ye Xingbei shook her head emphatically, "More than hard to believe. He's not like it at all."
She paused, then added, "He seems more like an artist at Star Palace. If he signed with us, I'm sure he'd be very popular!"
It doesn't matter if he has no special talent, his good looks are enough.
Nothing in this world can't be resolved by a handsome face.
If there is, then the face is just not handsome enough.
With Qiao Zui's good looks, reversing people's opinions would be almost a definite possibility.
"Then you should stop thinking about it," Gu Junzhu took a sip of his red wine, "my dad won't let him enter the entertainment industry."
Ye Xingbei nodded, "I understand."
