Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Xu Jingxi left the venue, his suit's chest still adorned with a badge he hadn't had time to remove, when he received a call from Zhang Qisheng.
The latter spoke at length about the exhibition activities of the past two days.
Xu Jingxi held his phone, one hand in his pocket, "Asking me? Aren't you human?"
He had given the other party so much benefit for nothing, even taking care of his woman he still had to come to him for this or that.
He didn't understand their rules of playing art.
The driver opened the car door, and the Crown Prince, in a sharply tailored black suit, a dark-patterned tie meticulously pinned with a platinum tie clip at the third button of his shirt.
He only wore a tie on formal occasions, look at him, exuding an air of nobility all over, but his mouth showed no mercy scolding the person on the other end of the call.
The whole person was coldly detached.
