100,000/Hour Professional Stand-in Chapter 16.3: Quenching Your Thirst With Poison Will Bankrupt You (3)

Bai Zhou took a good look at her and sneered contemptuously. His expression spoke louder than words: You’re a bootlicker.

Then, he lowered his head and turned his attention back to his mobile game.

Ji Fanyin was just about to walk away when her phone rang―it was Song Shiyu.

She picked up the phone while walking, “Mr Song. Yes… I’m currently heading in your direction. I should reach in ten minutes’ time.”

Bai Zhou heard those words loud and clear, and he raised his head to look at Ji Fanyin’s silhouette.

What’s the use of her feigning composure before Song Shiyu? Everyone knows about her one-sided love for Song Shiyu even though he has never even spared a proper glance at her before.

It was then that Bai Zhou’s buddies finally emerged from the end of the long queue. Holding a cake shaped like a dog’s head in his hand, he introduced it to Bai Zhou, saying, “This is their newest product. It’s called Bootlicker.”

Bai Zhou scoffed in disdain, “What lousy name is that?”

His friend burst into laughter and remarked, “Isn’t it? Hahaha!”

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Ji Fanyin’s estimate of time was spot-on. She arrived sharply in ten minutes’ time, and by then, she had already gotten into work mode.

The table Song Shiyu was sitting at had been cleaned, evidenced by the two fresh sets of cutleries placed on it.

Before Ji Fanyin could greet him, Song Shiyu asked without raising his head, “Xinxin, you like me too, right?”

Ji Fanyin hung her bag on the rack by the side as she replied in a natural tone, “Are we going to start with a confession every single time we meet from now onward?”

“…” Song Shiyu didn’t respond to her teasing. The atmosphere around him was so heavy that it was hard to bear.

It was just a pity that the person before him was none other than Ji Fanyin. She had once played a psychopathic serial killer that scared all of the youngsters on the set to the point that they burst into tears. Someone of Song Shiyu’s caliber couldn’t possibly hope to intimidate her.

She walked up to the table and bent forward to look him in the eye. With a

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