Qin Jiran looked up with surprise, his eyes lighting up.
During the years he had been acting, he had seen many people visit the set, but aside from fans, no one ever visited his, and he never even dared to hope that Yanyi would be willing to visit his set.
"Okay."
After dinner, just as Qin Jiran was wondering whether to invite Su Yanyi for a walk, his phone rang with a familiar yet recently contacted number—one that he did not particularly like.
The Qin family had tried to contact him three times recently, all through the same assistant's phone calls, hoping to meet him. He had refused every time, but now, to his annoyance, they had not given up and called again.
"Why don't you answer? Is it the Qin family again?" Su Yanyi, astute as always, guessed the truth from Qin Jiran's demeanor and asked with a touch of concern. His matters were her matters.
"The fourth time," said Qin Jiran frankly. The Qin family was becoming more and more annoying to him.
