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Song Qingyou pressed her forehead, feeling a little hesitant.

At this moment, Lin Xuyang walked over with a puzzled expression. “Qingyou?” “Why are you standing here?”

“Sister Lan said that you should be in the lounge. The play will end in about ten minutes. You have to prepare for the curtain call.”

Lin Xuyang said as he walked closer, only to realize that Fang Yan was also there.

“So Assistant Fang is here too.”

“Then this is-”

Lin Xuyang looked at Yu Muhuai.

The hostility in the latter’s eyes instantly melted, and he smiled gently.

“Hello, Mr. Lin. My name is Yu Muhuai.”

“You know me?” Lin Xuyang hesitated.

“When we were recording the show, Qingyou called Mr. Lin. 1 was there too.”

With that said, Lin Xuyang understood that the person in front of him was also an artiste.

After a round of pleasantries, none of them moved.

Seeing that Fang Yan and Yu Muhuai were both looking at Song Qingyou, Lin Xuyang pushed up his glasses and his expression turned cold.

“Is there anything else?”

Fang Yan and Yu Muhuai looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

“I have something to discuss with Miss Song about work.”

“I want to treat Qingyou to a meal.”

The completely different answers made Lin Xuyang frown.

“Qingyou?” he asked.

Song Qingyou smiled apologetically at the two of them. “Actually, 1 made an appointment with Brother Xuyang yesterday. We are going to have dinner together today.”

“That’s right.” Lin Xuyang nodded and said, “So, I’m sorry.”

“Looks like I invited you at the wrong time today.”

Yu Muhuai looked disappointed. “But if there’s a next time, Qingyou probably won’t reject me again?”

The young man’s eyebrows were very beautiful. When he was happy, his smile was as dazzling as the stars. When he was disappointed, his expression was like the night when the stars no longer shone. It made people unable to bear to reject his request and see such an expression.

If it were anyone else, they might have agreed to Yu Muhuai’s request and responded to his expectations.

Unfortunately, Yu Muhuai was facing Song Qingyou, who was very rational most of the time.

“We’ll talk about it next time.” Song Qingyou thought about it and said, “But if 1 happen to be free, I’ll probably agree to your invitation.”

“Then I’ll remember to pick a better time next time.” Yu Muhuai smiled.

“Alright.”

Song Qingyou nodded indifferently.

“You-zi, the play is almost over,” Lin Xuyang reminded.

“Then let’s go and take our curtain call.”

Song Qingyou nodded at Fang Yan and turned to leave.

She also stuffed Zhizhi into the cat carrier and handed it to Lin Xuyang.

In the quiet corridor, only Yu Muhuai and Fang Yan were left.

“I thought Assistant Fang was a busy person. 1 didn’t expect you to have time to watch a play during work hours.”

“It’s a personal hobby,” Fang Yan smiled politely.

Yu Muhuai: “Personal hobbies can also take up work time. It seems that President Jiang is a very tolerant boss.”

Fang Yan nodded. “If Mr. Yu also has the intention to work in our company, you are welcome to submit your resume.”

Then he followed behind Song Qingyou and prepared to return to the audience.

Yu Muhuai stared at his back, his eyes dark and cold. The corners of his lips curled up silently. After a long time, he let out an ambiguous laugh.

He had spoken to Fang Yan just now as a test.

From Fang Yan’s answer, it was obvious that Jiang Zhihan was the one who instructed him to come to watch the play and discuss work with Song Qingyou.

The moment he thought of Jiang Zhihan, Yu Muhuai couldn’t help but feel a surge of violence in his heart.

Beep, beep, beep.

The ringtone of his phone brought Yu Muhuai back to his senses.

He picked up the call. “Hello?”

“Hello? Are you still at the theater? The play should have ended, right? I’ll drive over to pick you up now.”

“Yes.” Yu Muhuai replied absentmindedly.

“Are you alright? Why did your voice sound so strange? You came out halfway through the MV shoot and I even specially left time for you to watch the play. You should be happy now, right?”

Su Rong continued to nag. Yu Muhuai was impatient and hung up the phone.

At the same time, Song Qingyou finished her curtain call and took a few more photos with the other actors before coming down.

At this moment, Lin Xuyang and Fang Yan were already very engrossed in their conversation and seemed to be in sync.

Song Qingyou changed her clothes and came out. The two of them hadn’t finished talking.

Chen Lan rolled her eyes. “They just started talking about stocks. I don’t know how long they’ll be talking about it. 1 don’t understand a single word.”

Song Qingyou smiled and walked over to cough.

Lin Xuyang came back to his senses. “Youzi, why not ask Assistant Fang to join us today?”

“It just so happens that Mr. Jiang is also one of the shareholders of our logistics company.”

“If Brother Xuyang agrees, then of course I have no problem with it.”

Song Qingyou clearly placed herself in the position of a hands-off manager.

“What logistics company?” Chen Lan was confused. “What are you guys doing this afternoon? Why don’t 1 understand?”

“It’s a new logistics company. 1 invested in it with President Jiang. Brother Xuyang will be managing it.” Song Qingyou explained.

Chen Lan’s entire body went numb. “You started a company?”

Moreover, how long had Song Qingyou established Shengshi Entertainment?

The company had plans to train new artists in the near future. Where did Song Qingyou get so much money?

Or was Jiang Zhihan the main investor?

“Just do it if I want.” Song Qingyou’s answer was perfunctory.

“Oh,” Chen Lan replied and did not ask further.

No matter what, Song Qingyou had Jiang Zhihan to back her up, so she didn’t need to worry.

Song Qingyou didn’t know what Chen Lan was thinking. She just thought that Chen Lan was a very sensible person. If she didn’t want her to know, she definitely wouldn’t ask.

Otherwise, Song Qingyou wouldn’t have told Chen Lan about the logistics company.

Thus, the four of them entered the parking lot through the back door of the theater.

“I’ll drive the car over.” Chen Lan said, “Qingyou, Zhizhi…”

“Do you mind if 1 carry him?” Fang Yan suddenly continued, “My car is right here. Miss Song and Mr. Lin can sit in my car too.”

Chen Lan: “Then we’ll talk about it later. My car is parked in the corner and it’s not easy to drive it out. Xuyang and Qingyou, you have to come over and help me.”

The two of them naturally wouldn’t refuse.

Once the three of them left, Fang Yan opened the cat carrier.

“1 feel that there’s something wrong with Yu Muhuai. Should we investigate him?”

The cat in the bag shook its head.

In his opinion, Yu Muhuai was only hostile to Fang Yan because he liked Song Qingyou. There was no need to investigate.

“Also, when I was chatting with Lin Xuyang, he didn’t seem to have thought of inviting you to visit the company. He might be hiding something from you…”

Half of the newly opened logistics companies belonged to Jiang Zhihan.

This behavior didn’t seem like a big deal at first glance, but when he thought about it carefully, something was wrong.

Jiang Zhihan raised his paw and typed, ‘Don’t worry about it.’

“By the way, you’re Miss Song’s cat now. If they’re really hiding something, they can’t hide it from you.”

Jiang Zhihan was speechless.

Why did these words sound so strange?