Wang Xiaoliang and Wei Zijin looked at each other in unison, wearing identical expressions of disbelief.
A graduate of Tsinghua or Peking?
Was this a joke? Someone from one of the country's top universities was slaving away for a bunch of influencers? Was there something wrong with the world?
No wonder Nuomi worked so efficiently and was so capable. She was playing well below her league.
When Nuomi came back in with the drinks and glasses, Wei Zijin's professional instincts kicked in immediately.
"Nuomi, could I... interview you?"
Nuomi paused as she bent down to set things down, then straightened up with that signature wry smile. "Zijin, please don't tease me. What is there to interview me about? Besides, I have camera fright. The moment I see a camera, my tongue ties itself in knots."
"Camera fright?" Wei Zijin mulled over the term. "That sums it up perfectly. A lot of people I interview have that. They're chatting and laughing away, then the camera turns on and points at them, and they immediately start stammering."
A graduate of Tsinghua or Peking doing all the odd jobs at an MCN agency-how many stories must there be behind that? If she could film it, it would blow up on the trending charts!
Wang Xiaoliang saw Xiao Mo snickering off to the side. He thought Nuomi was lying. She didn't have any damn camera fright.
The four of them sat down.
They opened the elegant food containers one by one. The food came from a private-kitchen seafood restaurant: cheese-baked lobster, scallops with minced garlic and glass noodles. The presentation was gorgeous, but the portions...
Four people, four individually packed dishes, each looking like a work of art and containing pitifully little food.
Nuomi frowned and immediately let loose. "What the hell is this?