"Teacher Tong, shall we take a break? I've asked the auntie to prepare some northern dishes for you to try."
"No need to be so courteous. I'm here at Shuya's request this time, and I didn't expect to discover a gem like you."
In Tong Jie's beautiful eyes, there flowed a certain expression that Lan Yening loathed.
That gaze—he saw it all too often in Zhang Shuya.
But to achieve his ultimate goal, he could only tolerate it.
Although Tong Jie wasn't a magnate or a film industry mogul, she held significant sway in the mainstream music circle.
Zhang Shuya had gone to great lengths to invite her this time, so Lan Yening had to seize the opportunity.
"Sister Tong, you're too flattering. How can I be considered a gem? At most, I'm unpolished jade in need of a teacher like you to refine me." Lan Yening smiled warmly, like the gentle waters of a spring river.
