Hua Huai didn't expect Chuzheng to be there as well. Taking advantage of the moment when Fang Jun took Ya Cheng to meet people, he immediately headed towards Chuzheng.
Chuzheng was standing with a man. As he approached, it seemed that the two had reached some sort of agreement, clinking their glasses together.
Once the man left, Hua Huai walked over, "Xiao Meng."
The girl was wearing a low-key, dark-colored gown, her hair styled casually and draped down her back. In the crowd, she didn't seem any less impressive than those meticulously groomed celebrities.
It hadn't even been long since they last met, yet he almost didn't recognize her.
The girl nonchalantly glanced over, her gaze landing on him—cold, unfamiliar... Hua Huai felt somewhat uneasy under her stare.
"Xiao Meng, I want to talk to you," Hua Huai said earnestly.
"I'm no longer your agent; what is there to talk about?"
