"Why do you care if the storyteller is good or not? Are we here to listen to stories? No, we're here for the free beer and snacks!" said a guest, speaking the truth.
"You can't say it like that. Today, I heard Bai Guang is warming up the stage—Bai Guang, such a big star! For her to warm up for a young storyteller, if he didn't have some skills, it would be hard to explain."
Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Xuan finally squeezed into the Metropolitan. It wasn't until security opened the door that he entered the inner hall.
Gu Ling had been waiting for a long time. When she saw Zhou Xuan coming in, she swayed her charming waist, took big steps over, and naturally wrapped her arm around his.
"Young Master, you're finally here."
"Gu Gexing, I want to ask something. I heard outside that Bai Guang is warming up the stage for me?"
"Bai Guang is doing it willingly; you are her talent scout."
"That's a bit too grand."
