As soon as they joined the line and entered the venue, a wave of heat hit them.
At first it felt nice, but half a minute later, Chu Yu was already finding it unbearably hot.
The indoor temperature had to be at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees, if not thirty.
He took off his down jacket and the second pair of pants he'd been wearing over his trousers, revealing his suit, then headed over to the coat-check lockers.
Zhao Qinyin had already checked her coat there.
Though it was obvious that she was still young, her figure and looks drew the attention of some attendees passing by. She was wearing a red evening gown.
She stood alone, waiting for Chu Yu.
"How'd it go?"
Zhao Qinyin asked.
"They all got an autograph. What else could I do? It's not like I could skip the gala and treat them all to a fancy dinner!"
"But whether they believe I'm Shui Xin is out of my hands."
As he spoke, Chu Yu put his clothes in a locker too.
"Well, let's go..."
Chu Yu looked toward the passage ahead.
Music and the hubbub of the crowd drifted from within, along with the aroma of delicious food.
He'd only eaten two bags of chips for lunch, and the smell immediately whetted his appetite.
"Hey, Xiao Qin..."
"Is that you, Xiao Qin?"
A woman's voice came from nearby.
Chu Yu and Zhao Qinyin turned around. A woman who looked to be around twenty, with a somewhat plump build, was gazing at Zhao Qinyin with delighted surprise.
"Lin Fang?" Zhao Qinyin looked at her, and a rare hint of happiness appeared in her eyes.
"What are you doing at Mo Yu's annual gala?" Lin Fang came over, beaming.
"Does this mean you've finally made it?