The atmosphere in the private room seemed somewhat awkward.
Wan Kai found an excuse to leave first, followed by Zhou Dan and Wu Hao.
Although Meng Meixuan didn't really want to leave, she knew her presence here would only be unwelcome.
"Yezi, any plans recently?" Wu Jingxiang's gentle voice sounded like leaves falling on the surface of a lake.
"Just going along with what the company arranges." Ye Yuwei instinctively brushed her bangs off her forehead.
Wu Jingxiang was immediately captivated by the motion of her arm lifting, her slender fingers rotating.
Such soft and delicate hands—they reminded him of the graceful gestures of the goddess depicted in the Dunhuang murals as she danced.
"You still need to communicate with the company and set a clear development plan for yourself."
"I'd like to, but you know, I don't have anything particularly outstanding—just a singing and dancing idol."
