"Are you not joining the dinner party tonight?"
Bai Qingling blinked, a smile blossoming in her eyes, as she looked at Chu Junming curiously.
These past few days of interacting with Chu Junming, Bai Qingling felt he seemed indifferent to everyone, polite but not warm.
"Let's see when the time comes."
"..."
Bai Qingling smiled nonchalantly and waved her hand at him, "If you're not going, I'll call Brother Ziyi then."
Except for Tang Jinchen who went to Qinghuan's studio, Ye Zhan and Chu Junming didn't go.
Ye Zhan was busy with meetings all afternoon and couldn't leave.
Chu Junming was avoiding suspicion.
Although he didn't go to the studio, he still attended the evening gathering.
Just because at five in the afternoon, Wen Ziyang came to the company with Mo Ziye.
At that time, Chu Junming was in the office studying a set of data he found unsuitable when a knock sounded on the door, and without looking up, he said, "Please come in."
