Xu Qingyan was baffled for almost a minute; all the careful plans he had prepared in his mind were rendered useless.
It had been too long, and he was somewhat slow to respond.
Perhaps it was the high-intensity work, plus the occasional scriptwriting in his study, that made him overlook the speed of communication between the two women. Just a few days ago, their relationship was rather strained.
But today, they're talking like they're bound by the saying "not letting benefits flow to outsiders"—did they... make up?
He couldn't help feeling dazed, all his schemes and preparations hadn't been used at all. It seemed the two women just needed an excuse to step down.
So, did he inadvertently create that excuse?
Xu Qingyan shook his head, instinctively denying this absurd idea. Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou... This was almost like a dream, it couldn't possibly be real, could it?
After pondering, he turned to the two women on the sofa.
"Each of you give me a slap."
