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Wen Qianning and her assistant.

The assistant was sowhat baffled; they hadn’t walked into the wrong resting area.

"No mistake, Director Ming said there were too many things and now the resting areas are not sufficient, he asked us two to squeeze into one for now," said a female voice coming from the sofa.

Wen Qianning’s gaze shifted in that direction, and at this mont, Jiang Mian was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, cradling a cup of fruit tea, with a tablet on the table playing a video out loud.

The assistant imdiately spoke up, "Sister Ningning, I will go and communicate with the director’s team to arrange another resting area for us."

"No need, this resting area will suffice."

Wen Qianning walked straight in and sat down in front of another makeup mirror.

"Teacher Wen, would you like so fruit tea?"

Jiang Mian looked up at Wen Qianning.

She didn’t have any scenes this morning and was now in casual clothes.

Wen Qianning’s lips curved slightly, and she said with a light smile, "Thank you, no need."

Jiang Mian put on her Bluetooth headset and continued watching the TV drama she was following.

Wen Qianning glimpsed at Jiang Mian, a fleeting smile crossing her face.

"Sister Ningning, what were you just smiling about?"

"Nothing much, just found it amusing,"

After wrapping up in the afternoon, the director’s team arranged a start-of-filming banquet.

In the private room of North City’s clubhouse, the scent of sandalwood lingered, its wooden architectural design elegant; large patches of embroidered peonies decorated the folding screens, luxurious and grand.

The dining table was silent; everyone’s eyes were on the man seated at the head.

The biggest investor for "Linghua."

Fu Sichen.

Ming Lang poured so wine for Fu Sichen, "President Fu, please."

Who could have imagined Fu Sichen would co.

What was supposed to be a simple kickoff banquet now had everyone at the table feeling uneasy, afraid of saying sothing wrong and offending the big shot.

Fu Sichen slightly lifted his gaze, his fingers, distinct in their knuckles, fiddling with the tallic lighter in his hand.

"Click."

"Click."

Ming Lang and He Guang were sitting to one side, couldn’t be more anxious.

After the ss of yesterday, even though it was resolved, the sudden appearance of Fu Sichen had them fearing he would pull the investnt.

And yet, the person in question from yesterday’s incident had not attended.

What in the world was Jiang Mian up to.

The atmosphere in the private room was sowhat delicate, even Wei Zhouchen was feeling uncomfortable in his seat.

Before attending, his agent had reminded him ti and again to keep a low profile, in case he ran into soone like President Fu, not to just go calling him "Captain Fu," as he probably wasn’t the sa person as the "Captain Fu" from the military.

Just now, when he almost blurted out "Captain Fu" upon seeing Fu Sichen, he could only follow everyone else’s lead in calling him "President Fu."

"President Fu, a toast to you."

In a mont of the lowest pressure, suddenly a soft female voice was heard.

Everyone looked over, only to see Xu Yanzhi slowly standing up, her figure graceful as she walked over to Fu Sichen, the red wine in her glass swaying slightly.

He Guang shifted to the side, making space for soone to stand.

Everyone seated had been through the wringer in the entertainnt circle for many years and quickly understood what was happening before their eyes.

Fu Sichen’s eyes lowered, his hands continuing with the sa motion, showing no intention of stopping.

Xu Yanzhi’s expression stiffened slightly as she said with a smile, "Then I shall drink this cup myself."

Having said that, she finished the red wine in her glass in one gulp.

Instantaneously, her head began to spin, and she felt as if she were about to fall over.

Xu Lai, who was next to her, quickly steadied Xu Yanzhi with fast hands, "Miss Xu, be careful. It’s one thing to bump into yourself, but if you bump into soone else, that might be considered scamming."

Xu Yanzhi sobered up quite a bit upon hearing those words, her smile remaining on her face, not in the least affected, "Thank you for the reminder, Secretary Xu."

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