Women's moods are fickle, changing with the slightest breeze.
The car entered the tech park, just past the gate.
Pei Muchan suddenly took the initiative and said, "You remember that singer competition show I mentioned? How about you think it over and fly to Jianye with me next week?"
"I'm going too?" Xu Qingyan hesitated.
It wasn't for any other reason, but he knew that Lin Wanzhou would also be on that show. Moreover, as far as he could tell, Pei Muchan seemed unaware of this news.
She usually browsed her phone, not to check Weibo, but to play some small games or watch dance videos.
Yet Xu Qingyan had never seen her dance and was skeptical about it.
"The show promises to reimburse the assistant's expenses, as you know," Pei Muchan said, her eyes lowered, hitting his weak spot accurately, "I don't have an assistant, so I'd have to give up on that extra reimbursement."
"How can that be! That's too wasteful!" he exploded.
