Before long, several people entered the break room. Among them was a fashionable woman in her late twenties, possessing a pair of attractive, almond-shaped eyes and a slender figure.
Two middle-aged men, slightly older and with scanning eyes, followed closely behind, their gazes shifting among the girls.
"Ladies, gather round."
Sang Xiao clapped her hands, prompting Ye Qing and the others to halt their chattering and swiftly gather in front of her. Qiao Xiaren also rose from the sofa, tucked away her script, and took her place in front of Sang Xiao.
Sang Xiao took in the four women, noticing the absence of one, her thin brows furrowed slightly.
