After hanging up the phone, Jiang Sifan stood under a streetlight, his heart pounding.
Thirty thousand yuan was not a small sum for the studio.
He turned to look at Wen Wan and couldn't help but smile. "Wen Wan, we won an award! The Advanced Entrepreneurship Award, thirty thousand yuan!"
Wen Wan was stunned for a moment, then she smiled too, her eyes shining. "Really? That's great!"
Jiang Sifan was so excited he couldn't stand still, and he spun around in place.
But after he finished spinning, he remembered his counselor's vague tone, and a flicker of doubt suddenly arose in his heart.
"Wen Wan." He stopped and looked at her, asking curiously, "Don't you think it's a little strange? Since when did the department have this award? How come I've never heard of it?"
Wen Wan's smile faltered for a moment.
She lowered her head, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, looking like she had something to say but didn't know how to begin.
