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Wan Wan couldn’t contain her frustration and slammed her hand on the table. She said, “This is despicable! I can’t believe Xia Xin installed a camera right outside her door. It’s beyond low!”

Wu Jia, equally furious, chimed in, “Why did you post that apology statement? It’s basically admitting that we were wrong, isn’t it?”

Wan Wan was perplexed. She said, “I don’t know what’s going on. I didn’t post that Weibo message at all. It must have been Li Jie, doing it sneakily while I was napping. By the time I saw it, it was too late.”

Wu Jia, angered by the situation, placed her Chanel handbag prominently on the table. The clinking of the chain against the glass counter was sharp. She said, “I think you and Li Jie aren’t on the same page. Why don’t you just fire him and get a new agent?”

Wan Wan felt even more troubled now. She used her fingers to comb her hair back and said, “I do want to change my agent, but this is already my second agent switch since I debuted. If I switch companies now, it will definitely raise eyebrows.”

The bartender brought their drinks, and after hearing Wan Wan’s words, he sneakily glanced at her. Wan Wan glared at the bartender and said, “I’ll file a complaint if you keep staring at me!”

The bartender hastily left.

With a drink in hand, Wan Wan and Wu Jia became tipsy, and as the alcohol took effect, Wan Wan started venting about the company’s mistreatment. As she vented, Wu Jia suddenly noticed a red Lincoln parked across the street. A man wearing a short leather jacket, jeans, and brown Martin boots stepped out of the driver’s seat.

Wu Jia squinted her eyes, recognizing him as Zhang Chao, the guy she had met at the bar that night. She nudged Wan Wan and said, “Hey, look! Over there, who’s that?”

Wan Wan looked up and saw a man wearing a fisherman’s hat and a mask step out of the car. She hadn’t recognized him at first, but since Zhang Chao hadn’t covered his face, she recognized him.

Wan Wan also recalled Wu Jia mentioning her interest in MO Shu. An idea crossed her mind. She asked Wu Jia, “Do you still have that ‘energy-draining powder’ you used last time? Give me some.”

Wu Jia, who was intently watching the opposite side where Zhang Chao had already entered Matcharia, didn’t hear Wan Wan clearly. She took out a sachet of the powder from her bag and handed it to Wan Wan. Wu Jia said, “You can have it. I’ll be right back after a quick errand.”

Without waiting for Wan Wan to reply, Wu Jia hurriedly left, not noticing her attempt to ask why she needed the powder.

With her friend gone, Wan Wan took out her phone and sent a message to MO Shu, [I happened to see you at the Matcharia. I’m at the music bar across the street. Come in for a drink.]

MO Shu received the message, looked around discreetly, and then locked eyes with Wan Wan through the bar’s window.

Wan Wan was sitting cross-legged, her tight short skirt accentuating her sensual curves. She raised her hand and waved at MO Shu.

Although Wan Wan and MO Shu weren’t very familiar, people in the entertainment industry rarely let relationships sour. Besides, MO Shu was here today because Zhang Chao wanted to sign Xia Xin, so while they discussed business, he had some free time. Thus, he entered the bar.

MO Shu took a seat at the bar counter, politely saying to the bartender, “Could you please make me a Long Island Iced Tea? Thank you.’

In contrast to Wan Wan’s demeanor, MO Shu was courteous, which was evident in the way he interacted with the bartender. The bartender took another glance at MO Shu before going to make his drink.

“Why are you in such a good mood today? Why did you come out for a drink in the afternoon?” MO Shu asked politely.

Wan Wan elegantly stirred the remaining wine and ice cubes in the glass with a straw and said with a smile. She said, “It’s because the crew has finished filming and it’s a rare day off, so I came out to relax.”

MO Shu paused for a moment and did not speak.

In fact, after Wan Wan had been on the trending searches for the past two days, the director ended Wan Wan’s scenes ahead of time. Now, he had already asked the editor to delete all of Wan Wan’s scenes.

However, MO Shu still maintained his silence politely, not wanting to disturb Wan Wan’s elegant mood.

After the drink was served, the two of them engaged in light conversation. Wan Wan, however, was waiting for an opportunity to use the powder discreetly.

Eventually, she pretended to knock over her drink, spilling it all over the table.

Wan Wan pretended to fumble in her pocket, distressed, and said, “Oh no, I don’t have any tissue on me. Do you have any?”

MO Shu shook his head.

Wan Wan sighed and asked, “How about you ask the bartender for a couple of napkins?”