Fish Soup

Just as Ding Junqi was thinking this, another call came in.

"Master Ding, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My face was too big, and I accidentally hung up the phone," Xin Ya explained anxiously.

Ding Junqi seemed to have heard a man's soft laughter in the background, but he continued to speak without batting an eyelid, "Alright, I'll get Sis Cat to look for you later. That's all for now."

Ding Junqi placed his phone on the table. There was someone in Xin Ya's room?

Moreover, a man?

Based on his understanding of Xin Ya, she was not the kind of girl commonly found in the entertainment industry. That was strange.

"Come, come, come. These are all the specialties from my hometown. Master Ding, try some." The director smiled and invited everyone to eat.

"Director, are you from around here?" Sis Cat asked curiously.