Shen Lian and Song Yuan's conversation ended on a sour note.
As for the threatening look Song Yuan gave him before leaving, Shen Lian paid it no mind.
After the event ended, Shen Lian returned to Xingkai.
He needed to coordinate his upcoming work with Hu Kailan. Halfway through their discussion, a soft knock came at the door.
The door was open, so they only had to look up to see Chen Mu standing in the doorway.
Chen Mu was slightly out of breath, a sheen of sweat on his nose, as though he had rushed all the way there.
Seeing that Chen Mu had something to say, Hu Kailan rose from the sofa and made an excuse. "Right, there's something I need to take care of."
At the door, Hu Kailan met Chen Mu's eyes, and both men gave a polite little nod.
Chen Mu had changed a great deal. That was Hu Kailan's first impression.
Chen Mu had talent and Shen Lian's backing, but even so, he wouldn't receive top-tier resources as soon as he joined. Kuang Chenghai still held his artists to strict standards. Yet all Chen Mu needed was a little fairness, and he could flourish like a withered tree in spring, putting out striking new shoots.
"Well, well." Shen Lian smiled. "Things going well lately?"
The white tracksuit Chen Mu wore was probably sponsored. Looking at the label, Shen Lian remembered that it seemed to be a product Chen Mu endorsed. He no longer looked drab and withdrawn. His hair had been styled into loose curls, which immediately brought out the balanced contours of his face and made him look several years younger.
Actually, when he thought about it, Chen Mu was only twenty-four. He wasn't old at all.
"Mr. Shen." Chen Mu stepped forward,