Su Zhuoqian's eyes darkened slightly.
Qiao Weiyang raised her eyebrows and smiled. "By the way, I bought it for you when I came just now. I almost forgot to give it to you."
She placed a mint in Su Zhuoqian's palm and turned to leave.
Only by achieving success and obtaining glory would the public think she was worthy of him.
Su Zhuoqian held the mint, and the gloominess in his eyes was swept away. He opened the wrapper and placed it in his mouth. The fragrance of mint quickly spread in his mouth.
After Qiao Weiyang walked out, she received a call from Old Madam Qiao.
"Weiyang, have you heard about the screening situation of White Fox?" Old Madam Qiao sounded amiable.
"No."
Her reply made Old Madam Qiao speechless.
Old Madam Qiao had no choice but to repeat everything.
Qiao Weiyang placed her phone on the passenger seat and drove, listening casually.
