"Sure, why not? If I said no, wouldn’t it seem like Song Xiaoxin is petty? Since it’s a gathering between two legendary figures of the literary world, giving everyone a chance for a close encounter with the big shots of the literary scene is indeed a merit."
At that moment, Sheng Shaochen had just walked in from outside. He noticed that the fashion show had already ended and quickly approached Ye Shu and Little Baozi.
"Hey, Brother Chen, you’ve arrived just in time! We were just about to go have dinner. Join us?" As soon as Song Xiaoxin saw Sheng Shaochen, she walked over to him quickly.
Upon hearing this, Sheng Shaochen glanced at Ye Shu and asked, "Are they joining too?"
Meaning, if Ye Shu was going, he would go; if she wasn’t, then he’d pass.
Song Xiaoxin’s face couldn’t quite hide her embarrassment, but she still pretended to smile and said, "Yes, I’m not that petty. Since Ye Shu also helped a lot with the fashion show, inviting her and her friends for dinner is only right. Let’s go."
Song Xiaoxin tried to link arms with Sheng Shaochen, but he reached out towards Ye Shu instead.
Seeing his hand reaching out as if to stop her by the waist, Ye Shu quickly pushed Little Baozi into his arms!
Caught by surprise, Sheng Shaochen had no choice but to hold his son, giving Little Baozi a gentle peck on the face, "Did you miss Daddy?"
"I did." Little Baozi said, but shook his head at the same time, making everyone burst into laughter.
This eagerly anticipated dinner that even made Yu Manting change her flight ticket was set in Song Xiaoxin’s hotel, in the most expensive VIP luxury room!
The people invited to dine together included Ye Shu, Ou Linlin, and Sun Nanjue among others, all high-profile individuals, gathered around a huge Rohan table, seating more than twenty people.
Of course, many were deliberately invited by Song Xiaoxin because she wanted her friends to witness the joyful moment when she signed the script!
This meal lasted over an hour, with dishes continuously served and wine constantly changed.
But Yu Manting was getting more and more anxious, "President Song, where is Aitubart? Why hasn’t he arrived yet?"
Yu Manting said with a smile, "Writer Yu, don’t worry, I just called him. He’s on his way now. Just like you, his flight was delayed!"
"Oh, can I speak to him on the phone?" Yu Manting really wanted to get in touch with Aitubart, even just to hear his voice, as they had lost contact for so long.
"Sure!" shouted Song Xiaoxin to her assistant A Lai, "Immediately dial Mr. Barth’s number, let him speak with Writer Yu for a moment."
"Yes, President Song!" A Lai soon took Song Xiaoxin’s phone and made a call.
After two or three minutes, he said, "I’m sorry, President Song, Writer Yu, Mr. Barth’s phone is turned off. Probably, he is on the plane."
"Oh, I see..." Yu Manting didn’t pursue further, knowing that some flights require phones to be switched off during the entire journey.
Seeing that everyone was almost done with their food and drink, Song Xiaoxin snapped her fingers at A Lai.
A Lai quickly placed a delicately wrapped gift box in front of Yu Manting. From the luxurious packaging alone, it was evident that the contents were extraordinarily precious...