Chu Mo and Yang Tianxia shook hands and said goodbye at the entrance of the café, watching the other get into a stretch Lincoln under the protection of a dozen black-clad bodyguards. Shortly afterward, a few luxury cars slowly disappeared from view. Chu Mo, breathing lightly, adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. He wasn't in a hurry to leave; instead, he suddenly turned to look at the handsome young man not far behind him.
The second-tier singer named Zhao Yongle was standing behind him with a nervous expression, his handsome face full of anxiety.
Chu Mo slightly curled the corners of his mouth and then waved at the young man. When he came over, Chu Mo said lightly,
"You're Zhao Yongle, right? Get ready. In a few days, someone will look for you to collaborate. You'd best make a trip to the Magic City. Don't worry, I'll speak to your boss."
The handsome young man in front of him immediately bent over respectfully, his face full of gratitude as he said,
