On the gray Aston Martin, Long Xiliang rested one hand on the steering wheel. He turned to look out the window, watching the sparse crowd coming out from the entrance of the commercial building after work.
He drove out to the entrance of the "VOGUE" magazine's commercial building, wanting to pick up Lu Xiaoyou.
However, just now, he received a message from Zhou Qi.
Lu Xiaoyou had already left the commercial building; she went to the hotel to attend a dinner party.
Missing Lu Xiaoyou made Long Xiliang's mood plummet to its lowest point.
"Why does the company want Lu Xiaoyou to join a romantic reality show?"
Separated by a phone and thousands of miles, Zhou Qi could feel himself being frozen into a refrigerator.
"Sir, this was decided by the senior management of Apocalypse Entertainment Company. It was precisely when you... were driving Apocalypse Entertainment out of Jintai Building.
