[Fu Jinghen: Waiting for you in the parking lot.]
After finishing her advertisement shoot in the afternoon, Wen Qiao finally saw the message Fu Jinghen had sent half an hour earlier.
[Qiaoqiao's not full: That's a wrap, coming down now. Kisses JPG.]
Beside her, Jiang Yao, who was busy packing up, glanced at her artist smiling with a face bloomed like peach blossoms while holding her phone and rolled her eyes: "I mean, here I am, running around like a headless chicken, and you're there sweet-talking with President Fu on your phone, how do you have the nerve?"
"Of course I have the nerve, isn't a manager just the artist's second mom?" Wen Qiao retorted confidently and then something crossed her mind. She placed the phone against her chest and asked, "How did you know I was chatting with Fu Jinghen?"
