Gu Xiyan didn't think Mu Jinyu was any great artist and quickly cast aside that terrible thought.
Facing Trotsky's expectant gaze, Gu Xiyan was without options and had to steel herself as she said, "My friend... is hard to locate, with eccentric preferences, and might not be willing to meet with you."
"Please, just try for me," Trotsky pleaded even more when he heard that, convinced of Mu Jinyu's mysterious and significant background.
Gu Xiyan, firming up her resolve, said, "Then I will give it a try."
Gu Xiyan's smile was rigid, because she truly didn't know if she could find Mu Jinyu.
Her expression, in Trotsky's eyes, was mistaken for difficulty in contacting the underwear's owner, so he gratefully smiled and then said, "Thank you, let's sign the contract now then!"
As soon as Trotsky spoke, before Gu Xiyan and Yu Linglong could respond, Wang Huanhuan screamed in disbelief, "Sign the contract now? What about me?!"
