Wen Shuqiao looked at him, and Yan Ge's eyes curved into a smile. He said, "You used to be surnamed Su, right?"

Yan Ge took out his phone and showed her a photo.

In the photo, "she" stands in the center of the crowd, wearing a cake hat on her head, surrounded by men and women. Looking at her face at that time, she still looks a bit immature, probably around ten or twenty years old when the photo was taken.

Wen Shuqiao's gaze quickly swept across the photo, and she spotted Yan Ge's face in the far corner.

She commented, "It's quite a lively scene."

Looking at her like this, Yan Ge couldn't help but hiss and became interested: "You're really Su Shuqiao? I didn't even realize it when Brother Jingbei introduced you."

"Wen Shuqiao," Wen Shuqiao prompted, "What can I do for you?"

"Let's catch up," Yan Ge said. "You're like a completely different person. If I hadn't seen the photos, I wouldn't have recognized you."

Just then, Zhong Qi turned around, looked at Yan Ge, and her eyes lit up: "Teacher Yan, hello, hello."

Yan Ge was interrupted, so he had to exchange pleasantries with Zhong Qi first.

The banquet began, and the tables were filled with people.

Yan Ge was an invited model, and since she wasn't sitting at this table, she had to leave regretfully.

A short while later, Wen Shuqiao was joined by a different colleague from the studio. She breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhong Qi leaned close to her ear and asked, "Sister, do you know Yan Ge?"

Wen Shuqiao looked at the photo and tried hard to remember, but she couldn't find Yan Ge's image in the original owner's memories. She shook her head: "I may have seen him before, but I don't remember him."

Zhong Qi gave a thumbs up: "Yan Ge has become one of the more popular models in the industry these past two years. Our studio invited him to shoot a magazine before, but he didn't come even after we asked him many times. In the end, it was the boss who had to make the appointment."

After she finished speaking, she added, "He's quite capable, but I've heard he has a bad temper."

Wen Shuqiao said, "A model like him has nothing to do with us."

Zhong Qi nodded. The studio's business was different, and they wouldn't be able to shoot models like Yan Ge.

Wen Shuqiao had a great time at the studio's annual party. Since there were many young people there, she felt younger herself as she mingled with them.

After a satisfying meal, it was time for the final segment, which was also the one Zhong Qi was most looking forward to: the lucky draw.

A large box came onto the stage, and everyone could go up and draw a prize; the lucky prize was a 200 yuan red envelope.

But the grand prizes include not only concerts, but also new cameras, lenses, and training opportunities—a variety of things, but almost all of them are related to photography.

It's worth it no matter what you win.

Wen Shuqiao saw a waiter pushing a box, with Xie Jingbei following behind with a wine glass, going from table to table, smoking and toasting each table.

Soon, it will be their table's turn.

Zhong Qi clasped her hands together and began muttering to herself, "Concert, concert, concert."

Wen Shuqiao chuckled and patted her shoulder: "You'll definitely get it."

Zhong Qi nodded; she thought so too!

Xie Jingbei approached them with a raffle box, and Wen Shuqiao smiled politely at him.

Xie Jingbei smiled and said, "Shuqiao, why don't you try your luck?"

Wen Shuqiao stood up, reached into the box and casually took out a card, drawing curious glances from those around her.

The card simply had three words written on it: Wish Award.