After hearing Xiao Ling's so-called reminder,
the corner of An Ruojie's mouth twitched slightly.
You've got connections, so you're awesome!
He shot Xiao Ling a vicious look.
Then he said defiantly,
"There's nothing I, An, can't do—except tell stories!"
"As for someone else, don't go making things worse!"
With that, An Ruojie got out of the car without any hesitation, mainly because he did not want to give Xiao Ling a chance to retort.
Watching An Ruojie's departing back, Xiao Ling smiled faintly.
Then she picked up her earpiece and put it on.
"Hello, hello, Shuke, Shuke, this is Beita, Beita!"
"Shuke, Shuke, please stay quiet and don't mess things up!"
An Ruojie's voice came through the earpiece.
It was already eight in the evening.
Ever since leaving the art gallery, An Ruojie had been stuck with Xiao Ling, that little demoness.
In truth, An Ruojie had wanted to shake off this deadweight.
But Xiao Ling had used her connections to suppress him.
He had absolutely no way around it.
For the first time in his life, An Ruojie experienced the benefits of having top-tier backing.
He did not even dare say no!
Sure enough, sometime after seven that evening, An Ruojie received a call from Qi Zouyu.
She said she wanted to hear a story.
Naturally, An Ruojie could not have asked for more.
After getting in touch, she added An Ruojie on WeChat.
Then she sent him an address.
That was how the two of them ended up at Qi Zouyu's place.
While waiting for the elevator in the lobby, An Ruojie straightened up his appearance.
Then he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.
Just as he was about to head back,
he saw a figure.
"Shuke, it looks like you forgot something!"
Xiao Ling