Song Guanyu sat upright in her chair, surveying the interior of the banquet hall. The lights blazed like daylight, gathering many dignitaries. Most of the faces coming and going were familiar to her—people she had worked with.
After brief greetings and small talk, Song Guanyu’s lazy demeanor emerged. She sat straight in her chair, waiting for the event to end. Such banquets were undoubtedly displays of connections and capital, which she found uninteresting and even a little boring. But she had to stay a while longer.
She had thought Bai Jingyi would come, so she would have someone to talk to.
Most people around her noticed Song Guanyu was present and came over to chat, asking about her availability for future collaborations with brands. Song Guanyu smiled as usual and said, “You can discuss work arrangements with my agent.”
Lu Chunhe exchanged contact information with them by her side, gracefully saying that if the opportunity was suitable, further cooperation could be arranged. With Lu Chunhe handling the pleasantries, Song Guanyu had less to do.
The air conditioning was very strong. Zhuang Chenrui, sitting beside her, noticed and took off his suit jacket, draping it over her shoulders. He said with a smile, “Teacher Song, if you’re cold, you can wear mine for now.”
Song Guanyu was startled and looked at him. Zhuang Chenrui was the bassist she had substituted for at the New York Music Festival. The company hadn’t informed her beforehand, but she didn’t need to know all company decisions. Surprised by his sudden gesture, she quickly removed the jacket and handed it back, smiling casually with her eyes and brows. “No need, thank you.”
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