"You must be Anning's new protégé. You have quite the look," a middle-aged man approached. Wen Nuan didn't recognize him. He extended his hand. "I'm Yu Peng."
"Mr. Yu, hello," Wen Nuan extended her hand as well.
Yu Peng said, "I've seen your music videos, Miss Wen. You have a nice figure. Let me think, how can I get you into bed? How about this, what's your price for a night?"
Wen Nuan's face changed slightly, alternating between anger and embarrassment. When did soliciting become so blatant?
"Mr. Yu, what are you saying? I don't understand," Wen Nuan said.
"Don't pretend to be so noble. You know what I'm talking about. You came with Lin Ning just now; everyone's saying you slept your way into this role. What difference does one more person make? I'll specifically invest in a movie to make you the lead actress and propel you to fame," Yu Peng said proudly, with an air of condescension and disdain, as if granting a favor.
