"Boyue, can you help me get Chairman Qin's autograph?" a classmate said with a longing expression. "Chairman Qin is the president of the Chinese Arts Association and a highly esteemed figure among the prestigious families in Hua City. I don't think I'll ever have a chance to get close to him in my lifetime."
"Don't say that," Qiao Boyue reassured with a smile. "It's just an autograph, right? I'll get one for you tonight." As she said that, Qiao Boyue couldn't help but glance at Shen Jing.
Shen Jing was still looking at her phone, her face showing a hint of distress. The old man had personally sent her a message: "I've come to Jingcheng in person. Isn't it unreasonable for you to not see me? I've booked a private room. You must come tonight."
Shen Jing replied slowly, "Didn't you make plans with someone else?"
