"Brother Lu, aren't we going to Director Xiao Wu's dinner gathering today?" Lan Yening, freshly dressed and ready in the morning, was informed by Lu Tianxiang who had hurried over.
"Not going. Director Xiao Wu's situation has escalated; the company is planning to withdraw its investment." Lu Tianxiang spoke while carefully sizing up Lan Yening.
The latter was wearing a thin linen casual outfit, freshly dressed that morning.
Lan Yening's skin was already fair to the point of not needing makeup, and under the backdrop of this outfit, he looked particularly captivating.
Lan Yening didn't mind his agent's scrutinizing gaze; he had grown accustomed to stares that would make the average person shiver with unease.
What bothered him more was the movie the company had pulled its investment from – his hope for fame.
"It's just a so-called 'reference' issue, isn't it? How did it blow up this big?"
