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Jiayi knocked on the door of the study and walked in.
A tall figure was standing in front of the French window.
Huo Zhenyang, with his hands clasped behind his back, turned to look at her as she entered.
"Did you call me here for something?" Her voice was flat and indifferent.
Hah, she had been angry for two days and was still angry—a little bullfrog, all puffed up, almost suffocating herself with her own anger.
But she did have some skill, even having managed to win the old man's favor.
Huo Zhenyang curled his lips into a smile, "Still want to participate in Ye Yongning's new movie?"
Sure enough, this man had called her here to give her a lecture.
She curled her lip, acting as the Boss in the company wasn't enough; back at home, he still had to throw his weight around. She answered lazily and carelessly, "Don't want to anymore."
"Oh, really? Fine, then I won't need to tell you about the audition time Ye Yongning's assistant called to inform you about."
