"Do you have anything else planned for tonight?" Xing Baohua suddenly asked as she was finishing her meal.

"Ah!" Fang Yi was slightly misled by Xing Baohua's sudden question. Her face immediately turned slightly red.

He lowered his head, fiddling with his knife and fork, as if he were thinking or hesitating.

Hong Kong is open in some ways, but not always so casual; one needs to be reserved.

It's clear that Xing Baohua isn't the type to be reserved. Such a direct question could easily lead to misunderstandings.

Do you have anything else planned for tonight? If so, are you afraid you might miss something?

No?

Perhaps there's no romantic setting, so let's just go to a hotel and get straight to the point?

Seeing Fang Yi fiddling with her knife and fork, seemingly quite uncomfortable, Xing Baohua said, "My brother just called to ask if I had time to get together. If you're free tonight and don't have anything else planned, why don't you come over and have some fun?"

"Oh! Oh! I have time. I'm free in the evenings. I usually read a book or something in the evenings," Fang Yi quickly replied after hearing Xing Baohua's explanation.

It seems she misunderstood and was being presumptuous.

I haven't seen my brother since we met once before the Lunar New Year when we were both busy with our own lives.

This is a good opportunity to get together and reconnect.

After finishing their meal, it was still quite early. Xing Baohua asked Fang Yi if she wanted him to take her home to change her clothes.

Fang Yi hesitated for a moment before nodding.

I didn't expect Fang Yi's home to be in Quanshui Bay, which is a bit of a detour. Anyway, Hong Kong Island isn't that big, and I just followed the winding mountain road to get here.

Fang Yi had invited Xing Baohua to come in for a chat, but Xing Baohua declined, saying she would wait for her in the car.

Also, ask the driver to turn the car around.

It wasn't that Xing Baohua didn't want to go in, but most of the people living here were people of some status, and on their first visit, they would have to bring something. Besides, the timing of their visit was also wrong.

To avoid embarrassment or being impolite, it's best not to go in.

Mr. Fang saw car lights from his second-floor window and then saw his daughter get out of the car. Because it was dark and the streetlights were not very bright, he couldn't see what kind of car it was.

My daughter was brought home, and although I wasn't happy about it, it wasn't too late. I felt somewhat relieved.

He stepped out of his room and into the lobby on the first floor, intending to ask his daughter, Safdie, about the progress of the building audit.

After waiting for several tens of minutes, almost half an hour, I saw my daughter come out after changing her clothes.

Are we going out again?

He frowned and said to Fang Yi in the lobby, "Going out so late is out of line. It's really inappropriate."

"I have a friend's party to attend! It's okay, Daddy, I'll be careful." Perhaps because her father is usually quite strict, Fang Yi quickly ran off after saying that.

"You!" Before he could even ask a question, Mr. Fang pointed at his daughter's retreating figure and couldn't continue speaking.

Then the sound of a car driving away was heard.

Fang Yi jogged a little, her face flushed. As she opened the car door, the interior lights illuminated her rosy cheeks.

“There’s no rush, no need to be in such a hurry. I’m not rushing you,” Xing Baohua said to Fang Yi, who had just sat down next to her.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" Fang Yi said, catching her breath slightly.

She was afraid her dad would call her back and launch into a long lecture, so she ran away quickly.

Xing Baohua shook his head helplessly and said nothing more. About forty minutes later, they arrived at the place his brother had mentioned.

A small apartment building located on the rooftop.

The owner of the house built a bungalow on the rooftop. It was not only quite large, but also had a natural veranda.

The scenery was beautiful, and enjoying the evening breeze on the balcony was incredibly pleasant.

Xing Baohua brought a bottle of red wine with her. After seeing her brother, she handed the wine to him. Only then did Xing Baohua notice some familiar faces.

Some people he had met, some he was just acquainted with, or he knew these people but they didn't know him.

I've met Zhang, the "God of Songs," a few times. We're not very close, but we know each other. He's a young heartthrob now, very serious on stage, but actually quite a goofball in private.

It is said that this person was a comedian whose talent was wasted on singing; if he had pursued comedy, he would probably have become a master comedian.

Xing Baohua shook hands with the "God of Songs" Zhang and said, "I've been listening to your songs lately!"

"Really?" Zhang, the "God of Songs," asked with an exaggeratedly wide-open mouth and a smile, as if he were flattered.

"The wind keeps blowing. I've been listening lately." As soon as Xing Baohua finished speaking, Zhang, the "God of Songs," froze in place, and many people around him burst into laughter when they heard Xing Baohua say this.

The older brother also shook his head helplessly, clearly Xing Baohua was teasing the "God of Songs" Zhang.

After Xing Baohua sat down, her brother introduced her to a few people. Actually, there was no need for much introduction, as Xing Baohua already knew their names. Some of them were film and television actors, and some were from the music industry.

Actually, there's no need to differentiate between these. In Hong Kong, almost everyone who sings has acted, and many who act have also sung.

I can only say it's people from one circle.

Wu Ma, Wang Xianxian, and even the more glamorous Li Zhi.

A small gathering of seven or eight people, chatting and laughing. Among them, Xing Baohua was probably the only one who didn't quite fit in, after all, he was a big shot in the area.

But he also has another identity that makes him a person in the industry.

If we're being really serious, Fang Yi is the only one in the architecture field.

Lizhi didn't care what the girl Xing Baohua brought was doing, and just sat down next to Xing Baohua.

I don't know whose favor my brother gave today, but perhaps there are some things that Xing Baohua needs to help resolve.

Afterwards, Lizhi asked Xing Baohua, "Mr. Xing, I heard you're investing in a big film for Director Xu. I wonder if there are any spots left? Could I have a cameo in the film?"

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