The sky in the capital was filled with twinkling stars. Feng Huai, who had just left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and wiping his wet hair with another towel, walked towards the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the hotel he was staying in.
Ever since he had been promoted from a small assistant to an agent managing Zhang Yiqing, his path had been smooth. The people who had mocked him for trying to lick the boots of Zhao Fei were stumped out of words when they saw him doing well.
"Huai Ge, are you really sure about this?" a young man was sitting on the sofa and raised his head to look at him.
Turning around, Feng Huai threw the towel he was using on his hair to the ground and said: "Why? Are you scared, Xiang Lin?"
