The applause faded as Feng Xi'an concluded his speech, stepping off the stage with his signature charm.
Waiters began weaving through the room with trays of hors d'oeuvres and sparkling glasses of champagne.
The atmosphere shifted, the formalities giving way to a relaxed buzz of conversation and laughter.
Chen Mumu clutched Xu Jingli's arm as they stood near their table. Faint hints of nervousness flickered across her face.
She wasn't used to events like this—this was her first formal gala since landing a role in Director Zhang's film.
The sheer magnitude of the powerful personalities around them was overwhelming.
Xu Jingli leaned closer, his voice soft in her ear. "Are you okay?" he asked, noticing her fidgeting.
Chen Mumu looked up at him, a small smile curving her lips. "I'm fine. It's just... a lot to take in."
