"You! I'm fine. It just took me a little while to adjust at first. Besides, those two were there, weren't they?" Xia Shule tilted his head and smiled at Song Dimu, reassuring him that he really was fine.
Song Dimu smiled under his gaze. "I was just worried that I'd asked you to come with me, only to make you uncomfortable."
"You don't need to overthink it. We're friends. There's no need to worry about little things like this. When you get famous, what if haters start insulting you? Are you going to overthink that too?"
Song Dimu lowered his head, his voice a little quiet. "You're not the same as haters. I don't care about them. I only care about the people who matter to me."
Xia Shule's heart melted at those words. "Aww, Little Flute, come sit down."
He took Song Dimu's hand and sat down on the sofa, and the two began chatting.
The others were chatting too, which left the two whose friends had yet to arrive looking rather awkward. They stood to one side with obliging smiles, not daring to sit down without being invited. After all, the two big stars had yet to sit.
Bai Junwang glanced over at Song Dimu and thought, Hadn't he just latched on to the boss? Otherwise, what right would he have to sit down?
Tch...
[Really Want to Hug You: The camera!!!!!! I don't want to watch business flattery. Let me see what those two are talking about!!!!!!]
[Piggy Winter: Who's this? His name's Song Dimu. He knows the mystery guest.]
[Heavy Rain: That Song Dimu seems a little guilty, and then the mystery guest said something, and he cheered up again.]
[If I Had One More Boat Ticket: I'm dying here. Can you please let me see