"Lan Xingchen, someone came to the company asking about you, but no one leaked a single bit of information to her. Who do you think would be inquiring about you?"
"Mm, thank all the company colleagues for me. I don't wish for my details to be obtained by outsiders or for anyone to disclose my true identity."
Shen Xinglan spoke coldly. The person who asked about her must be Xie Weiyi, who wanted to buy the rights to her book.
"Don't worry. The CEO has already reminded everyone, nobody will disclose your real identity. But, I feel like you know who's been asking about you."
The editor's probing voice came from the other end of the phone. Shen Xinglan glanced at Huo Shiyan, who was dealing with work, and said indifferently:
"A love rival. But she doesn't know that the Lan Xingchen she has been inquiring about is me."
