Qin Ci had chatted animatedly with Xie Zhitan in the car.
But once he got out, he responded to Zhang Xiaoran's respectful greeting with nothing more than a cold grunt.
Xie Zhitan tried to persuade him one last time. "I don't know much about the music industry, but I still recommend having a risk assessor look into it."
Qin Ci remained unmoved. He had no shortage of money or people.
He was interested now. If the company failed to turn a profit, he would lose some money at most.
Seeing this, Xie Zhitan said no more.
And just like that, Qin Ci's plan to put together an ensemble was settled.
"Since there's nothing I can help you with, I'll head back. You probably have a lot to do." Xie Zhitan stood to leave. "Central Street is right outside. I'll get a taxi myself. Carry on."
"Hey, what's the rush?"
Qin Ci reacted quickly, catching him by the arm.
Xie Zhitan's lashes trembled.
It was early autumn, and he was wearing only a white shirt. Through the thin fabric, the heat of Qin Ci's hand spread upward from where he held him.
"What do you mean, you haven't helped? Come on, I'll buy you lunch. You don't have any classes this afternoon, right? Come play a sport with me? You definitely don't play basketball. How about golf?"
Qin Ci didn't notice Xie Zhitan staring at him at all.
As he spoke, he casually released Xie Zhitan's wrist, only to drape his arm over his shoulders a moment later.
As they headed down from the second floor, Xie Zhitan saw the man who resembled Hua Jian again on the stairs.
This time, their eyes met, and Xie Zhitan instinctively frowned.
Sometimes, human intuition was strangely keen.
Xie Zhitan didn't like Zhang Xiaoran.