On the couch, Hua Buqi sat with one leg cocked over the other, propping her chin with one hand, her dark eyes whirling around. Lin Zifeng's argument wasn't entirely unreasonable. Perhaps the other party was simply extending an invitation with good intentions, and by bringing an inappropriate boyfriend, would it not seem insincere?
As Hua Buqi's agent, Meng Youjing had seen this sort of thing plenty of times before. The entertainment industry is chaotic; she had seen plenty of those who pretend to be noble and understated, but beneath their facade, they were depraved—God only knows what they all get up to in private.
