Even if Chen Wei'er was slow, she still noticed He Xun's abnormality. She pulled her husband's sleeve and said, "Honey, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine." He Xun took a deep breath and suppressed the frustration in his heart. He smiled at his wife. "Do you still need to visit the studio in the afternoon?"
"Yes." Chen Wei'er nodded her head. The studio had been a little busy recently, and her private messages involved some powerful big shots.
The employees didn't dare to make a decision easily. They had to ask Chen Wei'er every time.
Compared to online communication, Chen Wei'er felt that dealing with it face-to-face was the most convenient. After all, she wasn't afraid of any rich or powerful people!
She had He Xun, her biggest trump card.
"Alright, I'll send you there. Go and change your clothes," He Xun said as his eyes refocused on the phone.
