Less than half an hour after the call ended.
Shen Fangli pushed open the private room door.
Yan Xianjue raised an eyebrow. "Pretty smart."
"Of course." Shen Fangli flashed a bright smile.
Did he really think she would go straight up to the rooftop?
As if she did not know that someone would take her upstairs as long as she gave Yan Xianjue's name.
Shen Fangli snorted to herself.
She had just finished praising herself for so cleverly and wittily defusing Yan Xianjue's prank.
Then a gigantic color palette came flying at her face.
Shen Fangli froze on the spot.
She pointed at Lei Xuan, who had rainbow-colored hair flying everywhere as he enthusiastically greeted her.
He was the only stranger present.
She silently asked Yan Xianjue, "Is this the screenwriter you mentioned?"
Yan Xianjue understood and nodded seriously.
Shen Fangli fell silent.
Really?
Why did she find that so hard to believe? This screenwriter looked even more like a spirited village punk than the spirited village punk at the east end of the village.
The door behind her had not closed yet. All Shen Fangli had to do was take one tiny step backward.
And she could escape this abyss.
But out of trust in Yan Xianjue.
She took a deep breath and shut the private room door.
Then sat down on Yan Xianjue's other side.
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Thankfully, it was a round table.
Ji Xi thought expressionlessly.
Otherwise, the scene would have been the three of them sitting across from him alone.
It would not have looked like they were here to discuss a collaboration.
It would have looked more like an interview.
With the three of them interviewing him.
How had Lei Xuan so naturally blended into someone else's team???
Ji Xi felt excluded.
And he had proof.