On the other end of the phone,
Leng Zimo listened to the dial tone coming through the phone, put it away, and wrapped his arms around himself as he gazed at the night view of the Mediterranean Sea. However, what appeared before his eyes was the image of Luo Xiaoqian, puffing with anger as she rode her bicycle.
The corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously into a smile.
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...
Inside the Rolls-Royce.
Luo Xiaoqian glanced at Xiao Ding, who was driving, and answered Yu Tong's call.
"Yu Tong, what's up?"
"About the commercial performance you mentioned, there's a company in Daxing celebrating its twentieth anniversary tonight, and a singer suddenly couldn't make it. Sixty thousand for two songs, are you interested?"
"Of course..." Luo Xiaoqian glanced at Xiao Ding, "I'll call you back in a bit!"
After hanging up, she made up an excuse about wanting to go shopping and asked Xiao Ding to stop the car by the roadside.
