Lu Heng watched helplessly as the French macarons lying quietly on the little round table drifted farther and farther away from him. Andre Brooks had dragged him into a group of people.
Elizabeth, nominated tonight for Best Supporting Actress; Chris Carl, the child star who had conquered all of Hollywood at age eight with a New Year comedy; Taylor Gomez, the wildly popular sixteen-year-old singer invited as a Hollywood performance guest...
Most of Andre Brooks's friends were like him—young people who had already become hugely famous idols in Hollywood.
With polite curiosity, they looked Lu Heng over as Andre walked over with an arm slung around his neck. Andre smiled. "Let me introduce you. This is Little Deer. He played the second male supporting role in tonight's Best Foreign Language film."
Before he had even finished speaking, everyone understood. Taylor Gomez could not help giving him a thumbs-up. "So you were the one who sang that opera piece. It was incredible. So beautiful."
Elizabeth also said with a grin, "You acted so well in the movie. It's a pity you had so little screen time. Otherwise, you could have tried for a Best Supporting Actress nomination."
Elizabeth, hailed by Hollywood media as a genius girl, never let go of the Best Supporting Actress joke.
Lu Heng exchanged a few polite pleasantries and thanked them.
On the other side of the reception, Zhao Miao, who had been idly looking around, spotted Lu Heng chatting merrily with those Hollywood stars and froze for a moment.
After the pleasantries, Lu Heng finally found an excuse to leave. He made a round of the reception, quietly picked out several fine-looking little desserts, then, to avoid being caught and bothered again, slipped into the lounge outside the hall under the cover of mottled lights. He