In the booth corner on the first floor.
Zhang Minghua was still showing off his knowledge reserve, chatting with the girls about the prospects of the short drama industry.
Tang Song wasn't present, so he became the absolute center of attention in this small circle.
During the conversation, his gaze would inadvertently linger a few seconds longer on Qian Lele who was quietly eating fruit beside him.
Under the dim, dizzy lights, Qian Lele's pretty cheeks were flushed lightly with excitement and alcohol.
Appearing even more fresh and captivating.
"Ding dong—"
Wu Siqi looked at her phone, suddenly leaned over mysteriously and said: "Hey! I just saw in the group chat that later the leadership of our base and an executive from Mortals Media will come to inspect the site personally!"
"Really?" Li Jingrong immediately got interested, "Which leader?"
