He and Yang Rongfa walked toward the small lounge.
As they got closer, they could see the situation in the small lounge more clearly.
Lin Xueming was indeed there, sitting on a sofa in the center, holding a wine glass as if he was saying something.
There were a lot of people sitting around him, two of whom had a very boss-like demeanor, and next to them stood several middle-aged men who looked like they were handlers of artists.
Wearing a cotton beret, obviously trying to cover something, but still unable to hide the bald spot on his head, Director Tang Wei. Named with the word "Fang" in it, but towering over everyone else present, Director Xie Chunfang.
And...
Wu Mu paused in his steps.
A woman in her forties, wearing a black fitted suit and pearl necklace, quietly chatting and laughing with people nearby, looking elegant and dignified.
Lin Qingyue's mother is here too?
