In the afternoon, Song Qingyou washed her face and prepared to leave.
"Zhizhi, we need to go out for a while."
Before Jiang Zhihan could react, she picked him up.
"Meow?"
'Didn't you say you won't bring me there in the afternoon?'
Jiang Zhihan didn't pay attention to Chen Lan's words, so he didn't think too much about it. He thought Song Qingyou had forgotten about her promise to her manager.
But even after struggling for a while, Song Qingyou didn't plan on letting him go.
Just like that, Jiang Zhihan was brought to the hotel entrance.
Hotel? Why wasn't it a studio?
He turned to look at Song Qingyou.
The latter's expression did not change. She only took a look at her phone and nodded. "It's here."
The address that Chen Lan had sent her did not indicate XX Hotel, only the house number.
Anyone could understand what this meant.
Jiang Zhihan thought that Song Qingyou would choose to leave.
