"You..."
Qiao Yaqian stood there in her sharp business attire, her hastily tied low ponytail slightly messy. Beneath her delicate makeup, her face froze for a moment. Pointing toward the lounge, she said, "If you have something to discuss, please wait for a moment, I..."
"No need."
Lu Mian languidly twirled her phone in her palm, slightly tilting her head as she spoke in a faint voice.
"I'm the one you're supposed to pick up."
"..."
Qiao Yaqian hesitated, clearly puzzled by Lu Mian's words.
Without wasting words, Lu Mian directly opened the chat log with Qiao Yaqian on her phone to prove her identity.
Qiao Yaqian's self-control cracked on the spot.
She covered her mouth with both hands.
Her exposed eyes carefully scanned Lu Mian up and down. "You're... you're the genius composer... Mi Lu?!"
Lu Mian, looking slightly reluctant to admit it, replied with a mildly disdainful "Mm."
