Lu Xiaoyou sat beside Bai Ling, while Zhu Yan stood awkwardly to the side, unable to join in the conversation.
Pinching her dress, Zhu Yan pretended as if nothing were amiss and struck up casual conversation with several professors from Huaying.
During the conversation, Lu Xiaoyou's gaze swept over the banquet hall.
A server slipped a note into the pocket of a certain media company boss, unnoticed by everyone.
The lengthy lashes masked the gleam in Lu Xiaoyou's eyes, and Yong Sizhe's chest began to pound. Was this little fairy scheming something again?
After chatting with Lu Xiaoyou for a while, Bai Ling was approached by another film industry tycoon.
Lu Xiaoyou tactfully left.
Bai Ling turned to glance at Lu Xiaoyou's retreating figure.
"What's the matter?" the tycoon speaking with her inquired.
"I think that girl has potential," Bai Ling smiled.
