Mo Shangjie looked at him, his tone somewhat meaningful.
"Brother, I'm really thinking of you here. No matter what, she's the woman you chased across the world to bring back. The entertainment industry is not a kind place. Why not marry her and keep her at home? That way, you'd have peace of mind, wouldn't you?"
Wen Jichen lurked in a dark corner, where Mo Shangjie couldn't see his expression.
But the temperature in the private room inexplicably dropped a lot, a bone-chilling coldness spread from the darkness, and the air almost solidified into frost.
Just then.
"Jichen."
A flowing and melodious voice rang out at the door.
Mo Shangjie looked up.
The door of the private room had been opened, and a fashionably dressed, graceful woman stood at the entrance.
Clad in the latest haute couture from Chanel, slender and beautiful, Yin Xiner, as the Big Sister of Starry Media, attracted attention with every move she made.