After a few words, he briefly mentioned his project and then left with his party.
It was Tang Jin who walked away, pulling Rong Qing along.
The person in charge of the haunted house, holding those sharp suggestions, still had some doubts in his heart.
What was that little friend's name—Rong what?
—
"Who was that just now?"
"An actor. He came before to seek investment. We're currently in talks, met once."
Tang Jin blinked her big eyes and took another careful look at Rong Qing.
"Little brother, you really have a bit of a rough time."
Rong Qing paused.
"What?"
