qianjiang's death report, digging a hole to bury the third master?

"hello, little chi." she smiled innocently.

"where's the script?" yan chi went straight to the point, not giving her a chance to laugh.

"i'm working on it."

"a few days?"

"give me three more days."

"if there's no script, i'll criticize them at the next company meeting."

“……”

when he worked, he was really no different from yan wangchuan. he was so strict that it made one's hair stand on end.

song fengwan was also feeling guilty, so she could only nod in agreement.

"how have mom and dad been recently?" song fengwan changed the topic. " how's your body? "

"yes."

at this moment, song fengwan was rather glad to have a younger brother like him. she couldn't be by qiao aiyun's side, but at least yan chi was always there. he could take care of her in time if anything happened.

after chatting for a while, song fengwan hung up the phone. she thought about the remaining three days ...

he rubbed his neck and decided to rest for a while.