Zhang Ming coughed and pretended he heard nothing, casually turning his body and looking around curiously, "Hey, it's my first time noticing how beautifully this studio is decorated—these lights, how sparkly, and these flowers, how vibrant..."
Sheng Yan looked away and lowered his head to check his phone. The first message that caught his eye was Mrs. Sheng saying she would come to support him.
Sheng Yan's eyes darkened, and for the first time in his life, he doubted if he was really born to his mother.
It seemed that even when he first appeared on a magazine, and it was a world-renowned top-tier magazine at that, his mother hadn't been this excited, had she?
The distracted thought was fleeting; he didn't scroll up to see the rest of the chat history, when the latest message popped up.
He Jinxia: "Don't bother spending money, I can get twenty copies and give them all to you."
Mrs. He: "Okay."
Mrs. Sheng: "Okay."
