In the break room, Old Qin took the second cup of tea from Ye Wan's hands. "When did you come to Imperial City?"
"Several months ago."
Ye Wan smiled and said, "I'm now studying at the Imperial Film University Performing Arts Department."
"Imperial Film Academy?"
Old Qin sighed, "That sneaky Mu Yanqi got ahead of me again."
No wonder Mu Yanqi had been showing off everywhere at the university seminar a few days ago.
Back then, he was puzzled—it was just a national college entrance exam champion with a score of 743.
If he had known it was Ye Wan, he would have made his move earlier!
"Have you kept up with your skills?"
Old Qin's gaze slid across Ye Wan's hands. "Next month, I'll be celebrating my eightieth birthday. I'll have someone send you an invitation, remember to come."
Next month, huh?
The first-year course at Imperial Film University was from nine in the morning to nine at night, which was much harder than that of white-collar workers.
