Chen Yiran was absentmindedly listening to him speak. The stage light illuminated Lu Yixiao's upright figure, highlighting his distinct facial features, and the female employees beneath the stage were all staring at him admiringly, their eyes filled with countless heart symbols.
Chen Yiran, standing under the darkness of the stage, touched his phone in his pocket, then hesitated for a moment but still took it out. He moved to a quiet corner and dialed Tianxin's number.
A pleasant ringing sound came from Tianxin's shirt pocket.
"Little Dianxin, can you answer the phone for me?" Tianxin had her eyes closed as the makeup artist worked on her face, shouting towards Shen Xin.
"Coming!" Shen Xin rushed over, took Tianxin's phone, looked at it, then said to Tianxin, "It's a call from your domineering, jealous husband."
Tianxin couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Is that a new nickname you've given Chen Yiran? Do you dare to call him that to his face?"
