As Xiao Tai's voice just fell, the lighting in the room returned to normal.
Qian Jiangyue scrutinized Xiao Tai, tiptoeing with his right foot, but hesitated to respond.
"I'm not what you imagined..." Xiao Tai donned his cloak and fastened the string at the front.
"Speak." Qian Jiangyue sat on the bed.
Xiao Tai bent down, lowered his voice, "After all, I'm your agent, no greeting at all seems inappropriate, right?" Then he straightened up, coughed twice, put his hands behind his back, and said in an extremely formal tone:
"I came this time with very important intelligence to inform you, concerning the lives of you and your teammates!"
Qian Jiangyue tilted his head slightly and replied, "Just get to the point, will you? There's plenty of intelligence about actors' lives, I can casually list at least ten."
Faced with Qian Jiangyue's sarcasm, Xiao Tai was indifferent. He walked left and right for a few steps, the green flame in his eyes fluctuating, then stopped and said:
