Fighting For An Invitation

An assistant walked up to Fu Shen happily with the statistics.

"Director Fu, your plan is working! We can have more guests next season!"

"Well done!" Fu Shen nodded confidently. It seemed like he knew what he was doing.

"Now, it's Qin Guan's turn."

"Ah-choo!" Qin Guan sneezed in Armani's studio.

"Shall I turn down the air conditioner for you?" the designer asked his exclusive model. "It's only early summer. It's a little cold in the morning."

"Never mind." Qin Guan rubbed his nose with a smile. "Maybe someone is missing me. It seems like my darling has been thinking of me."

If Cong Nianwei, who was busy working at a construction site, had heard that, she would have burst into laughter.

It was a sweet misunderstanding.