Song Qingchun took back her hand that was hanging in the air slowly. She stood where she was for two seconds before turning around to flash a perfect smile at the man, not revealing one trace of anger at the man's arrogance and smugness. "Mr. Yang, can we start our interview now?"
Just like before, the man ignored Song Qingchun completely as he reached out to ring the service bell. Then he picked up the menu, leaned back in the sofa, and started to read.
Song Qingchun was used to this kind of big-headedness from stars in the industry, so she smiled like nothing had happened as she walked to the sofa, found a spot not too far and not too close from Mr. Yang, and started preparing her notes and recorder for the interview. Mr. Yang ordered a bottle of wine and a fruit plate.
After those were served, Song Qingchun asked for the third time, "Mr. Yang, can we start now?"
This time Mr. Yang did respond to her. "No need to rush."
