Since he had agreed, Jiang Siming checked the time. He happened to be free, so he went straight to Kyoto to begin rehearsals.
Despite how hard Old Jiang seemed to be working, he actually just wanted to rehearse once, sneak away afterward, and return on the day of the Spring Festival Gala. That would be good enough.
The director probably hadn't expected Jiang Siming to be going there with that purpose in mind. He had assumed Jiang Siming was showing him respect and was overjoyed.
He even said he would personally go to the Airport to pick him up.
Jiang Siming refused, though. Someone was already picking him up.
Kyoto International Airport.
A slender, graceful girl stood at the arrival gate, craning her neck and gazing eagerly at the passengers coming out as she searched for a certain figure.
The girl was so beautiful that many people nearby stopped to stare. Quite a few young men wanted to strike up a conversation with her.
However, two unapproachable plainclothes guards stood behind her, making them abandon the idea.
Who would dare provoke someone who went out with bodyguards?
Then, a tall figure walked out of the arrival gate. Although he wore a mask and cap and no one recognized him,
the girl recognized him at a glance. It was as if she had found her home. She instantly leaped for joy, then dashed over and threw herself into his arms.
The men around them all looked at the masked and capped man with "disdain" and "righteous indignation."
He was so old—at least fifty, by the look of him, right?
He was actually seducing an innocent, ignorant underage girl. How shameless! Tsk! Disgusting!
The two people involved, however, acted as if no one else was around and paid no attention to the