The next day, Sheng Hanjing and Elder Qian met at an old-fashioned tea house, and on the stage, an actor and an actress were singing a wonderful Shaoxing opera.
Sheng Hanjing was sipping tea. Although he looked like a noble prince and didn't seem to fit in, he could adapt very quickly no matter where he was.
After a while, Elder Qian rushed over and waved his hand at Sheng Hanjing. "Hanjing, just like before, you arrived early. You're always so considerate and never make people wait for you."
Sheng Hanjing smiled and looked so charming.
There was something gentle about this man, and no woman could refuse him.
The pair were going to collaborate on a performance at a small concert, so they were here to discuss the details. Sheng Hanjing and Elder Qian had already chosen the songs, and now they would nail down some details.
Elder Qian drank some tea as he put on his reading glasses and checked the rundown. He found no issues.
