Now all he has to do is happily worry about whether certain scenes should be censored.

With the movie project temporarily settled, Bai Tang then said, "President Long, there's another matter... In five days, King Yan will be sending an invitation to his concert, and he'd like you to be a guest performer."

"Hmm?" Long Xun responded faintly, indicating his confusion.

Bai Tang pondered for a moment, unsure of the meaning behind that calm, nasal tone, and tentatively explained, "It's the concert of Yan Silun, the king of Asian pop music."

Long Xun shook his head slightly, missing Ye Anan, whom he had sent to find those actors. Although that assistant always threatened to resign if things went wrong, he was actually a very hardworking person and knew very well what was appropriate to bother him with.

Ye Anan would never tell him about invitations from other people. Only when someone asked him on his own initiative would Ye Anan take the initiative to select a suitable invitation to tell him.

The head of the Long family conglomerate doesn't need to worry about anyone's feelings; on the contrary, many people need to be mindful of his mood.

Although he wasn't particularly interested in the concert, Long Xun still agreed: "Okay. In that case, let's not release 'It's Okay' for now."

Seeing the fleeting hint of joy on Bai Tang's face, Long Xun seemed to be deep in thought.

Perhaps Yan Silun and Bai Tang have some connection, but... does this have anything to do with him?

Putting the matter out of his mind, Long Xun went to the dance studio, leaned against the door, and looked at Yin Chen, who was seriously learning to dance by following the dance teacher's movements. His indifferent gaze softened little by little, and human emotions gradually emerged.

Gentle yet focused.

Yin Chen wore a loose gray hooded shirt, dark blue sweatpants with one leg rolled up, and white skate shoes. He moved his body to the rhythm, looking handsome and cool, full of energy and dynamism. Occasionally, when he felt he had made a mistake, he would secretly stick out his tongue.

Quite cute.

The music stopped temporarily, and the dance teacher clapped her hands to signal everyone to stop. She then turned around and looked at Yin Chen with a frown.

"What's wrong with you? Just dance, why all those facial expressions? Do you think you're a meme?"

The teacher's sudden outburst silenced the dance studio for a moment. The students exchanged glances and quietly shifted their positions to make Yin Chen stand out.

Yin Chen scratched the back of his head, somewhat bewildered, and chuckled sheepishly, "Sorry, Teacher Sam..."

"You're not just letting me down, you're letting all the students down. How much time will we waste because of you? Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you've latched onto Boss Long. Do you really think Boss Long will protect you?" Sam chuckled contemptuously, rolling his eyes. "Remember, your movements need to be precise and powerful, and keep your expression under control!"

Bai Tang had just followed Long Xun to the outside of the dance studio when he heard shouting coming from inside. He glanced over and saw that the one being scolded was Yin Chen, who had been brought by Boss Long. He immediately thought to himself that something was wrong and turned to look at Long Xun.

The slight gentleness on the Dragon God's face had completely vanished, and his indifferent eyes were now tinged with a deep darkness, icy cold.

He had no expression, yet he was more terrifying than those whose faces contorted with rage.

"Mr. Long, this...this is a misunderstanding!" Bai Tang was sweating profusely.

Long Xun didn't even glance at him, and walked straight into the room. His powerful aura made the dance teacher feel something was wrong. When he turned around, he saw Bai Tang covered in cold sweat and Long Xun with an icy expression.

The students and teachers in the dance studio were stunned by Long Xun's breathtakingly handsome face, their minds going blank for a moment. It wasn't until Long Xun grabbed Yin Chen's hand and was about to pull him away without a word that Teacher Sam reacted, rushing forward to stop him, saying, "Mr. Long, Mr. Yin hasn't finished his lessons yet. Leaving like this might be..."

Long Xun suddenly turned his head and glanced at him indifferently.

He hadn't even raised his voice at his son, Ah Chen, yet because of his arrangements, Ah Chen was scolded like a grandson in front of this insignificant human being.

Upon hearing this teacher insult Ah Chen, Long Xun seriously considered whether he should just kill him.

These murderous intents were faint yet real, solidified in his eyes, and with that one glance, they silently pounced on Sam.

Sam felt that one glance contained a thousand terrors.

At this moment, I suddenly understood what it meant to have a single glance like a knife or a single glance like a sword.

One glance was enough to freeze him in place, unable to move.

It wasn't until much later that he snapped out of his daze at the students' cautious calls. However, Long Xun and Yin Chen had already disappeared. Bai Tang gave him a complicated look, then left without saying anything more.

Sam stood there blankly until a student suddenly pointed at his face in surprise and asked, "Teacher Sam, how did you get a scratch on your face?"

He belatedly realized what was happening, raised his hand to touch his cheek, and his hand was covered in slippery blood.

He suddenly remembered that when that CEO Long glanced at him indifferently, he felt a cool breeze blow past his ear.

Sam lowered his head and stared blankly at his feet, where there was a small tuft of hair with a neat and smooth cut.

It was hair that he deliberately grew long at the sideburns.

Cold sweat instantly soaked my entire back.