Luo Bing?
Bei Shuo's heart skipped a beat.
Chen Hai reached out and grabbed her wrist, leading her to the auditorium.
Chen Hai had a staff member accompanying him to clear the way. It was much smoother than Bei Shuo squeezing her way in.
"Hey, isn't that Chen Hai? Why is he here too?"
"Don't you know? Luo Bing's most outstanding stylist in the past few years was Chen Hai. He's a genius. His hands can turn something rotten into something magical. He's amazing!"
"Is that so? Since the personal stylist is here, does that mean that the casting for today can be decided?"
"Sigh, Chen Hai is so handsome! It's not a problem for him to be a movie star!"
"That's right. If he debuts, I'll be his first fan!"
"You won't be the first. He's only a stylist now and he already has countless fans. If he debuts, let me tell you, it'll be hard to say what kind of grand occasion it will be."
