Hotel.
Yun Yue leaned on the sofa and dialed a number.
Jiang Wenshan's aged eyes squinted, his spirits lively, "To think you've finally decided to call me, you must need my help with something."
It was the voice of an elderly man, deep and resonant, and magnetically attractive.
Old fox.
Yun Yue twirled her fingertips, speaking casually, "I do need a favor, nothing major, just a word from you."
"Tell me, what is it?"
The old man on the phone chuckled, rarely did she seek his aid, he was bound to agree.
"Ruan Yingtong has been having a tough time in the entertainment business; she recently lost the lead role in 'Molan Pavilion'. A word from you or showing some face on her behalf would suffice. Look out for her in the future, just make sure she doesn't get wronged."
Yun Yue sat with her legs crossed on the sofa, her demeanor casual yet arrogant, exuding an indifferent ruffian air.