บท 358: I Hope That You're the Only One at Home

The smile on his face was so gentle.

Wang Qianyun wanted to seize the opportunity and scooted over to take a peek. Who exactly was Han Zhuoli talking to? Was it his girlfriend?

Han Zhuoli coldly hid his cellphone. "Nothing."

After that, he stood up and spoke to Wang Juhuai sitting across him. "Uncle, I will make a move first then."

"You're leaving so soon?" Wang Juhuai stood up, feeling a little regretful.

"I still have another meeting later. The next time I'm here for work, I'll visit you again," Han Zhuoli said.

This time, he was entrusted by Han Xijin and thus came to visit Wang Juhuai.

Wang Juhuai was a famous composer. He had composed music for many Hollywood films, and had even won an Academy Award for Best Original Score three times.

Such an honor was even very hard to come by Americans themselves, let alone Asians who are discriminated against in Hollywood.