Mr. Song Baiyan simply smiled faintly, "Sometimes, things done without an intention turn out to be fruitful, as the willow planted casually grows into a shade. It's her fate that she caught the mentor's wife's eye and also her own doing."
After speaking on the phone for a while longer, Song Baiyan finally pressed the hang-up button.
It was at this moment that Ji Ming entered the study.
Ji Ming placed a document on the desk and was about to leave when Song Baiyan instructed him, "Book a private room at Fuyuan for tonight."
Receiving Song Baiyan's call, Tang Li was reading a script in her dorm.
At half-past five in the evening, a sedan stopped downstairs.
Before leaving, Tang Li couldn't resist going back to check her appearance in the bathroom mirror, making sure she was dressed modestly. She then left the dorm with a paper bag containing a suit.
Ji Ming was waiting in front of the sedan.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head towards the dorm building.
