Fan Mingyu used to be a singer, familiar with some people in the singing and opera circles, so it wasn't surprising.
But the ones she knew were probably not just anybody, so Tang Wan was a bit nervous...
Just as she was unsure how to start the conversation, Jiang Jinsang suddenly spoke up.
"She's busy tomorrow."
Everyone's gaze in the living room instantly shot toward him. Jiang Jinsang remained quite composed, casually adjusting the thin blanket on his legs. "Why are you all looking at me?"
The old lady tilted her head towards Tang Wan, "Do you have plans tomorrow?"
Tang Wan was confused; she didn't know anything about it.
"Xiaowu?" Fan Mingyu inquired, "What's going on?"
Jiang Jinsang looked at Tang Wan, "Didn't you agree with me before that you were free tomorrow, so I'd show you around Beijing?"
Tang Wan vaguely remembered something of that sort.
