Well, young Xia Yuxun lowered his head to look at his misaligned shirt buttons, even more embarrassed, quickly rebuttoned them, and then buried his head with a red face to eat the cake.
Xia Yuxun shook her head with a smile, then imagined a day when such simple and pure children would also become like those other artists, skillfully pleasing the investors, with a bit of melancholy in her brows.
However, everyone has their own way of living; it wasn't her place to judge.
Wang Yu, lying in the arms of a muscular man next to her, touched the man's beautiful muscles with her bare hands while watching her and shaking her head, "Tsk tsk, sister, you really are tender-hearted. The talent that Manager Jian has carefully picked out, and you just let him sit there eating cake and doing nothing?"
Xia Yuxun looked at her helplessly, leaned over and whispered, "Sister Yu, he is so young, just turned eighteen, you can't make a move on him, and neither can I, okay?"
