Yaocheng has entered its coldest stage of the year, winter.
In recent days, Ruan Qiu had arranged several advertising endorsements for Yao Qing and new show offers had come her way, many of high quality, with even leading roles, but Yao Qing had yet to give her responses.
She was waiting.
After finishing a milk tea endorsement, Yao Qing received a text message on her phone from an unknown number.
[Hello, I am the executive secretary for Mr. Fo of Xingzhuo Entertainment, may I ask when you are available to meet?]
It seemed that the bucket of water had not angered Fo Zi'ang.
And Fo Zi'ang had also understood her intentions with crystal clarity.
When she received the message, Yao Qing had just removed her heavy makeup. The fatigue of the past few days left her feeling somewhat lethargic, so she lit a cigarette and took her time smoking it.
After a while, she replied.
[Hello, I'll be waiting for you at the café downstairs of the Xingzhuo building around four in the afternoon.]
