"But speaking of which," Bai Yiqian, holding a cellphone in one hand, thumb scrolling on the screen, continued to look through the Weibo posts and, turning his head, struck up a conversation: "This little girl really has a talent for acting, and her dancing isn't bad. Not like that something or other Yuan, who is just for show. Old Ji, don't you think so?"
"..." Ji Ming.
Before Bai Yiqian could finish, a call came in on his phone.
"It's my old man," Bai Yiqian said as he pressed the answer button, responding to his father's question right away: "How could I have time for goofing off? I'm with Minister Song Baiyan. Please rest assured..."
"What do you mean 'especially because of that, you're even more worried'?"
