Qin Jiran watched and couldn't help feeling happy, but this happiness didn't last long before it was ruined by someone.
Qin Zhenyi made another phone call, and Jiang Xiaobin answered it just like before, while Qin Jiran listened by his side.
"Mr. Qin, are you looking for Brother Qin? Brother Qin is currently filming. I'll make sure to tell him you're looking for him!" Jiang Xiaobin's voice was no longer cold; instead, he spoke cheerfully, giving off a warm vibe that, in reality, was nothing but perfunctory.
"Put him on the phone, immediately!" Having received such a response several times, Qin Zhenyi finally lost his patience. He couldn't believe that a mere assistant dared to treat him this way—it must be Qin Jiran's instruction, which he couldn't tolerate even more. No matter what, Qin Jiran was his son; how could he be so rude to him!
Qin Zhenyi's voice was loud, and Jiang Xiaobin deliberately turned the phone toward Qin Jiran, so Jiran heard everything very clearly.
