Early morning.
Yilan Residence.
Yue Hongxu, the president of Lanyue City Film and Television City, was waiting downstairs with a few people in the courtyard.
A girl, dressed lightly and shivering with cold and sleepiness, yawned and then complained a little shyly, "Who hosts a breakfast meeting anyway? It's really strange."
"The big boss said to have breakfast, so we came early, there aren't many choices." Vice President Dong Xifeng stood up and pretended to be empathetic as he said, "Are you a bit cold? Ask your agent to bring you a shawl."
"Forget it. I applied some foundation cream, and a shawl would mess it up and not look good." Although the girl wasn't satisfied, she was still very image-conscious.
Yue Hongxu chuckled and nodded, "You can stay in the lobby for now, and come out to greet the guests later. Chairman Li, is that alright?"
