Zheng Zaisheng scanned the code to pay. After the car drove away, he looked up at the elegant, imposing hotel building and suddenly felt regret.
How should he put it? Though Zheng Zaisheng had been a renowned director these past few years, only those deep in the industry knew that he himself was not very well-known. He liked to curl up in his room and write stories of warmth or parting whenever emotion struck. He had little contact with high society and knew he did not belong with them. If Si You's appearance and performance had not moved him so deeply and helped him emerge from some of his confusion, Zheng Zaisheng would have refused this sort of invitation ten times out of ten.
He felt awkward, and his expression turned awkward as well. Seeing him like that, the attendant at the entrance was first puzzled and surprised, then adopted an inscrutable expression tinged with contempt. He had clearly taken Zheng Zaisheng for someone who had caught wind of the event and wanted to sneak in to curry favor with the powerful. He even shifted to block the entrance, looking down at Zheng Zaisheng.
After a moment, the attendant impatiently asked, "Where's your invitation?"
Si You had invited him and indeed had not mentioned an invitation, because Lu Jiatang thought they were all friends bringing friends. The more people there to liven things up, the better.
Zheng Zaisheng grew even more uneasy. He feared crowds, and he was equally precise at reading ordinary people's emotions. He hesitated over whether to call Si You.
"Director Zheng!" A tall figure strode out through the hall doors. "You're the last one. Come in, come in."
Zheng Zaisheng looked at Zhao Linxiu in surprise.
Of course, he recognized Zhao Linxiu. The man had previously