"Buzz Buzz------"
The phone screen switched between brightness and darkness, again and again.
Ever since Jin Chenye had made his public appearance, someone had apparently leaked her phone number, and she constantly received calls from numerous journalists wanting to interview her about who would be the successor of the Qin Group.
Qin Youxuan gazed as she rejected another unknown incoming call, then reclined on the couch, one leg over the other, looking at documents, crunching on an apple.
On her seductively curved body, she was just wearing a cool camisole matched with hot shorts.
As she bit into her apple and stole a glance at the phone screen that lit up again, she raised an eyebrow, "They really don't know when to stop!"
She grabbed her phone to look at the caller and was surprised for a moment. She answered the phone, "Yaya, what's up?"
