Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Under Zhang Ning’s lead, everyone treated Ji Fanyin amicably. Some of them even took the initiative to propose exchanging contacts, saying that they could collaborate together on projects if the opportunity ever arose.
By the end of it, Ji Fanyin had quite a few new names in her friend list.
From their interactions, it soon became apparent to Ji Fanyin that Zhang Ning was not just an ordinary manager. There was something more to her background.
“How did you get here? Shall I get someone to drive you home?” asked Zhang Ning.
“I took a cab,” said Ji Fanyin as she waved her phone. “It’ll only take an hour and a half.”
Cab fare was expensive in the city, but it was definitely within Ji Fanyin’s means to pay for.
“I think it’ll be better if I get someone to drive you. It just so happens that He Shen drove off by himself, so we have two idle assistants on standby,” Zhang Ning insisted.
Ji Fanyin pondered over it a little, but she decided not to turn down the other party’s goodwill. After bidding farewell to Zhang Ning, she left with the two assistants from He Shen’s studio via the side entrance and got into a low profile van.
After giving the assistants her address, she whipped out her phone and began drafting her movie review.
When the car left the parking lot and was driving by the entrance of the venue, Ji Fanyin took a look outside and saw Father Ji and Mother Ji lingering around the entrance. Song Shiyu was with them, but he was clutching his forehead in discomfort.
Is he sick? A person is usually the most vulnerable when he’s ill…
Such a thought arose in Ji Fanyin’s mind, but the van gradually sped up and tossed Song Shiyu and the others out of her sight and mind.
Forget it, there’s no need for unnecessary interaction with my clients outside of working hours. I don’t want any misunderstanding here. If the client has a need for me, he’ll naturally drop me a call.
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“Ahhh, she’s gone,” remarked Cen Xiangyang lamentingly. “I haven’t gotten her contact yet.”
Song Shiyu ignored him.
“Xinxin doesn’t seem to be interested in datin
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