Xie Yingying heard Ye Chen's voice and snapped back to reality.
"Oh, okay, Brother Ye Chen."
She hurriedly followed Ye Chen as they headed towards the banquet hall.
Thanks to Professor Zhang, the poem Ye Chen wrote had already spread throughout Modu's literary circles.
The banquet hall was already crowded, and this time there were even more attendees than before.
The impressive turnout was largely due to the attendance of a literary titan, Elder Sun Bolin.
Such figures are not easily met; literary talents are respected in the world of literature.
Seeing such a prestigious person, seizing this rare opportunity, of course, people would want to gather around.
Sun Bolin was also amiable, engaging warmly with everyone he met.
However, his gaze occasionally cast outside, it was not hard to see he was waiting for someone.
At this moment, Sun Bolin's heart was filled with eagerness; he wanted to meet the author of that poem.
