Yang Jingshen sat on one of the comfortable chairs inside the lounge and smiled at its current occupants– mainly the beautiful young woman sitting on the chair in front and the slightly familiar-looking young man, whom he remembered to be the artist under the management of Feng Xue's friend, and was rewarded with a smile in return.
He had already dismissed the damned screen after making sure that no one was watching– this was not the place to check it, lest he be labeled a freak. And thinking of the troubles it had already put him through these past few days, Yang Jingshen secretly gritted his teeth but none of his inner rage showed on his face as he cordially introduced himself.
After the small introduction, where everyone showed appropriate amounts of courtesy to one another -including three other people, who were starring in side characters just like him- the room fell into an awkward silence.
