"Please come in," Qing Chen said calmly.
Into the room strolled Jiang Xiaotang, who nonchalantly took a seat on the sofa not far from Qing Chen, "I hadn't expected that just yesterday you two were fighting to the death, and today you've become friends."
"We're hardly friends," Qing Chen replied earnestly.
This remark left Huang Zixian startled, but he quickly found the other's forthright manner of speaking somewhat comforting.
On any given day, there were plenty who would call you brother, acting like blood relatives before trouble struck, only to vanish without a trace once something went wrong.
For some reason, Huang Zixian found he actually preferred the company of people like Qing Chen.
At that moment, Jiang Xiaotang cracked a smile, "You're quite direct, so I'll be straightforward too. Sign a management contract with me; let me be your agent."
Qing Chen was somewhat taken aback.
