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The evening's kickoff banquet unfolded as expected, with Xia Sheng also making an appearance.
Moreover, she sat beside He Lei, laughing and chatting with him—one side the director, the other the producer.
The other actors were all seated below, burying their heads in their food.
Jiang Mian couldn't stand the atmosphere anymore and stood up, heading to the bathroom.
"Whoosh—"
She rinsed her fair and delicate hands for a long time, the running water slid past, lifting slow droplets.
"Jiang Mian."
Hearing the noise, Jiang Mian turned off the faucet and turned around.
Xia Sheng was standing to the side with a smile brimming with meaning, looking her up and down with a scrutinizing gaze that made Jiang Mian feel somewhat uncomfortable.
She pulled several paper towels to dry her hands, casually threw them in the nearby trash bin, and walked out on her high heels, nodding slightly, "Mhm."
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Xia Sheng was baffled by Jiang Mian's reaction.
