Ya Zhi held the returned business card between her slim jade-like fingers and smiled, "OK, I can't deny that my wish to sign you indeed has something to do with Yeyan. I'll keep the card for now, and if you change your mind, feel free to come find me anytime."
Ming Ge smiled softly, "Mhm."
Jia Manyun's husky and enchanting voice rose, "Do you realize the rare opportunity you've just turned down? If you sign with Rouge, maybe in five years, you could be the next Jia Manyun."
Rouge was an insider's nickname for Ya Zhi, typically used only by those close to her.
At first glance, there seemed nothing amiss with what Jia Manyun said, but upon closer inspection, whether it was the deliberately intimate use of "Rouge" or the emphasis on "Jia Manyun," there was an unmistaken sense of superiority.
Women, with their strong and precise sixth sense, always manage to catch the subtleties in the air between each other—
