After glancing at Cheng Xiaoshui, Song Xiaodong nodded his head and said, "Not bad, you're indeed very beautiful, and as a hostess, you have that extra bit of celebrity charm."
Cheng Xiaoyue smiled sweetly and asked, "How do I compare to your girlfriend then?"
"I can only say it's a tie." Song Xiaodong thought for a moment, then gave a fair evaluation.
The smile on Cheng Xiaoyue's face grew thicker as she said, "With such an evaluation from you, it seems I still stand a chance."
Song Xiaodong smiled indifferently and asked, "What chance? You're not thinking of being the other woman, trying to steal me away, are you? That seems quite difficult."
"How dare I think such a thing. I do have some self-awareness, you know. When compared to Miao Qingqing, I fall far short. She is a billionaire with both wealth and power, while I'm just a minor artist."
Song Xiaodong, curious, asked, "Then what do you mean?"
