The Story of a F*ckboy and a Homewrecker

"I heard. Do you want a photo or an autograph?" Qi Xiu took the bouquet of chrysanthemums from Fu Junqiu, then turned around and replaced the wilted chrysanthemums on the studio windowsill. He turned back to Fu Junqiu and smiled politely. "Thanks for the flowers."

Shen Xi was stunned. She came to the studio several times and was practically living at the office like Qi Xiu when they were recording his album, but she never noticed those chrysanthemums.

His hobby was indeed rather special.

Fu Junqiu gave Shen Xi a bragging look paired with glee, as if she was saying, "See… He likes chrysanthemums!"

"I still have something to do, so you two have a chat." Shen Xi was a little speechless, but she respected other people's hobbies. She looked at Fu Junqiu and said, "Just tell him whatever you want."

Shen Xi then cast a pleading look at Qi Xiu before walking away.

Fu Junqiu watched her leave before she asked Qi Xiu, "Who is she in your company?"