"You don't say, Song Xiangsi is the most charming woman I've ever met, second to none."
The man seemed to really admire Song Xiangsi, praising her highly, as though he was praising his own goddess. "As long as it's the feeling I want, tell her, and she'll understand in a minute. I've filmed so many celebrities, but she's the one I've had the easiest time with. It's a pity that she suddenly retreated a few months ago."
At the mention of Song Xiangsi, Qiao Anhao instinctively replied, "Sis Xiangsi treats me pretty well, and has helped me quite a bit in the past. I just don't know why she suddenly and silently left the entertainment industry. Back then, when she took on a movie, she had to pay over two hundred million dollars just for the penalty fee alone."
"Sis Xiangsi has a good personality, she's generous..."
The entire table of people who knew Song Xiangsi, as long as they mentioned her, it would be full of praise.
From start to finish, Xu Jiamu had a faint smile on his face, as though they were talking about someone completely unrelated to him. There were even a few times when he raised Little Rice Cake up high, making him dance around, laughing innocently.
"But Song Xiangsi really disappeared without a trace..." Cheng Yang took a sip of wine, then gave his opinion.
"I saw her once," Chen Yang's good brother said again. Then, he tilted his head and thought for a moment before continuing, "It was about six months ago in Los Angeles, America. She was shopping with a guy at a mall. I greeted her, but she was still the same. Her personality was indifferent. After saying a few words to me, she took the guy's arm and left."
Xu Jiamu heard everything clearly, but his expression didn't change much. His gaze was fixed on Little Rice Cake's face. When Little Rice Cake touched his chin with his fair and tender hand, he smiled at him, his eyes dark and deep.
Xu Jiamu looked really normal, but no one noticed that when they first started chatting, he would tease Little Rice Cake and say a few words, but later on, he didn't say a single word, all his attention seemed to be on Little Rice Cake. Eventually, Little Rice Cake fell asleep in his arms. Qiao Anhao called for the nurse to take him away, but Xu Jiamu shook his head, hugging Little Rice Cake in a daze.
The day of Little Rice Cake's one-month birthday was Christmas.
Ever since Qiao Anhao got pregnant, she hadn't really gone out to play. After the guests dispersed, mother Qiao accompanied the nurse and Little Rice Cake, gesturing for the youngsters to go out for the festivities.
Now that he thought about it, they met often, but rarely gathered together. Lu Jinnian got his assistant to book a private room at the Golden Lounge for them to have some fun.
They said that they were out for fun, but since she was breastfeeding, she couldn't drink, so she just drank some fresh fruit juice.
When he was young, he didn't know how many times he had attended these gatherings. Xu Jiamu had always been good at playing, and every time, he would come up with something new. However, he didn't know when it started, but when he attended these gatherings, he became quieter than before.
Qiao Anxia was still her old self, brimming with enthusiasm. Under the influence of alcohol, she invited everyone to play Truth or Dare.
While everyone was playing rock-paper-scissors, Qiao Anhao felt like she was going back in time.
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