Jiang Nuan admired her and said, "You told me yourself that she's not a celebrity, yet you're asking me to get her autograph. Tomorrow, I'm going there to discuss business on behalf of Fu Yi's company..."
"That's perfect, I don't want the autograph then. Dad, help me get her WeChat number instead!"
Jiang Nuan, "..."
"You're my dad!"
Jiang Nuan's head was aching from her noise, she leaned her forehead to the side and sighed, "I'll try my best."
Finally, after much persuading, someone was willing to hang up.
Jiang Nuan took the opportunity to calm down and started writing her report.
Time flies when you're busy, and before she knew it, it was nearly midnight. Jiang Nuan's fingers were numb from typing, and just as she was finishing her report, she decided to shut down her laptop and go to bed.
After slightly moving her neck, she stood up, put the laptop back in its case, poured herself a glass of water, and leaned against the desk while drinking water and picking up her phone.
