Shen Chen, who had a mysterious connection to Fei Qiao, walked in.
Xu Su tore her eyes away from the TV, her gaze bright and fixed on him. She kept staring even as he walked closer.
Her intense stare made Shen Chen pause. He glanced down at himself before asking, "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"
"No..." Xu Su didn't move from her spot on the sofa, simply pointing a finger at the television. "I was just binge-watching Fei Qiao's show, and then you walked in. It made me a little curious..."
"Curious about what?" Shen Chen asked, puzzled.
"I remember you telling me your family is involved in a lot of industries. Do you happen to have an entertainment company?"
Xu Su had a gossipy look on her face as she smiled and asked, "Is Fei Qiao an artist at your company? Did you use the 'casting couch' on her? You know, just like in the gossip columns—you provide the resources and act as her big-shot sugar daddy..."
