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The courtesy shown to this extent, it's either a sure deal or heading straight to the nuptial chamber.
"Alright, I'll think about it," Xu Qingyan said, "Don't overthink it, just have a good sleep. There's no one in the show who can beat you; I'll give you an answer tomorrow."
"Mhm, thank you." Pei Muchan hung up the phone.
Inside the car.
Xu Qingyan stared at the dashboard lights in the car, and couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.
In his memory, she rarely got this angry.
Pei Muchan never fought for anything, not even getting anxious during the album competition with Lin Wanzhou in the past two years, and now she even asked for his help.
Did the show crew say something? To make Pei Muchan say things like, "I want to take first place and then quit the competition!!!" was indeed strange.
Back home.
The house was empty and it was too late to stay up working, so he sent a few messages back to Pei Muchan, chatted for a bit, then too tired, he went to wash up and sleep.
