Qin Jun had dinner and returned to his room, only then gradually showing the surprise he had suppressed.
Rong Yan—Xixi, that shouldn't be possible, right?
But Jiang Chenyue's abnormal behavior kept filtering through his mind, and he wasn't absolutely sure that such a thing couldn't happen!
If Rong Yan is Xixi... then...
For a moment, he actually didn't know what kind of attitude he should have towards this.
He sprawled in the swivel chair, lazily picked up his phone and fiddled with it, then suddenly made a call.
"Dudu..."
He casually turned on the speakerphone.
"Does Boss Qin have any matter?" Setting aside the resistance in her voice, the girl on the other end sounded pleasant, like a flowing spring, mysteriously offering a soothing tranquility.
Qin Jun reclined lazily in his chair, tilting his head back slightly, his handsome face unbelievably attractive, but his tone was terribly harsh, "Can't I call an artist under my banner for no reason?"
