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The recording of "The New Generation" has officially begun, and Mu Ye has made a name for himself. He was already the pre-selected winner, and many businesses have already approached me to discuss future business cooperation.
I have constant social engagements every day, and I'm also passively learning some business knowledge.
Anyway, I'm just idling around.
In the hotel's private room, glasses clinked and toasts were exchanged. Among those present were the CEO of a Beijing-based entertainment company, directors, and big-name singers.
The famously straightforward and outspoken top female celebrity in the entertainment industry is now toasting the big shots, bowing and scraping, displaying a charming and sophisticated demeanor that is completely different from her usual self.
When the toasts came to my side, I said, "Excuse me, I don't drink alcohol, I'll have tea instead." The big shots all said, "Please, Miss, go ahead."
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"No, don't touch me..."
I had just come out of the hotel bathroom and hadn't walked far when I vaguely heard a girl crying.
I raised an eyebrow and perked up my ears.
The girl's helpless cries grew closer, and several waiters hurried past me, each looking as if they were afraid of getting into trouble.
Soon, I found the source of the sound.
The door to the private room was slightly ajar, and screams of terror and helplessness could be heard coming from inside.
Without hesitation, I pushed open the door and looked inside.
In the dark blue velvet sofa, a girl was pinned down by a man wearing a white shirt and suit pants. The man's back was to me, so I couldn't see his face.
The girl turned her head at that moment, and I was slightly taken aback when I saw her face clearly.
It was Shi Xia.
"No! Let me go! Help..." Shi Xia cried, her fists pounding on the man's back, her voice filled with despair.
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