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"Don't you want to introduce your friend?" Tong Le reminded.
Hou Yi suddenly remembered that his good brother Winston was still behind him.
Tong Le greeted Winston, and at that moment, Jin Zi Meng rushed out from backstage, slipping through the crowd to Tong Le's side.
Jin Zi Meng was wearing a coat over her ballet costume, her slender figure evident at a glance. With a light touch of makeup, she looked radiant. "Tong Le Jie, Jiang Zhichao said you were looking for me."
Tong Le recalled, "Right, you're performing second. After the show, hurry to find me; I’ll introduce you to some bosses in the film and media industry."
Jin Zi Meng nodded eagerly, "Okay, Tong Le Jie!" She then dashed back to the backstage. During this time, Winston's gaze followed Jin Zi Meng as if he were glued to her.
Turning to Winston, Tong Le said politely, "You two chat; I need to attend to other guests."
After Tong Le left, Hou Yi watched his retreating figure with a satisfied expression. Dressed in a white tuxedo, he looked like a little angel. Angels should be in my bedroom, he thought.
Hou Yi turned his head to glance at the dazed Winston and nudged him with his elbow. "What are you daydreaming about?"
Winston snapped back to reality. "Oh, nothing."
Hou Yi wandered around the venue and took the opportunity to approach Wen when she was alone.
Wen felt uneasy; after all, Hou Yi was not someone to be trifled with.
Hou Yi opened his mouth. "Haven't we met somewhere before? You look very familiar."
Wen scoffed sarcastically. "Such a cliché pick-up line; I can't believe people still use it."
Hou Yi frowned. "Are women today so narcissistic? Just saying hello has ulterior motives?"
Wen ignored Hou Yi and turned to find Zong Jin. But just a few steps away, Hou Yi suddenly remembered something. "Ah! I remember seeing your photo on a soldier's phone—yes, I have an impression of you."
Wen turned back sharply, her eyes tense. "What did you say?"
Hou Yi found Wen very strange at that moment. "What’s wrong? Does seeing your photo mean I'm interested in you? I'm not into your type."
As he turned to leave, Wen stepped forward and grabbed Hou Yi's arm, demanding, "I want to know what you meant by that! Where did you see my photo?"
Hou Yi looked at her with disdain. "On a soldier's phone; that was ages ago—at the border. Who knows if that guy is dead or alive now?"
Wen felt her nerves unraveling. She didn’t know whether Hou Yi was telling the truth or lying; her photo could only appear on Zhou Feng's phone! But Zhou Feng had been dead for a long time—there was no way he could still be alive! And even less likely for it to show up!
Wen pulled on Hou Yi's arm forcefully, her expression fierce. "You need to tell me clearly. Which soldier did you encounter? What is his name? Why does he have my photo?"
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