"No," he rubbed his temples, and that tense feeling finally subsided for a while.
He had to coax the young girl tonight, so he had no time to spare.
Little Fatty nodded, and as he turned to leave, it seemed as if he suddenly thought of something.
"Right, this banquet is organized by Xingzhuo's Fo Zi'ang. Many stars from the entertainment industry will attend. Mr. Yu, you have recently taken an interest in the entertainment industry, right? Actually, I think there's all to gain and nothing to lose by attending."
Yu Yanshen's movement paused momentarily as the pen in his hand hovered in the air.
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Feng Ye's arranged staff were very efficient.
A group of makeup artists arrived, and to those unaware, it might have looked like the courthouse had sent people to make an arrest.
When Yao Qing opened the door and saw this throng of makeup artists, stylists, and hairdressers, she remained silent.
