Hearing others talk like this sparked an inexplicable schadenfreude in Lu An’an.
That little girl Zhuo Silin was still so green, thinking that Lu An’an was unaware that she knew from the beginning that Li Xin was targeting Song Qiao, so she often spoke ill of Song Qiao in front of Li Xin?
From the start, she knew that this little girl would sooner or later voluntarily request to be transferred to Li Xin’s guidance.
Changing agents midway wasn’t sothing unprecedented; as long as the higher-ups approved and the agent agreed, they could successfully change their agent.
Although she had known about this, she treated Song Qiao as her best friend and didn’t tell Song Qiao to spare her the heartache.
But it seems she underestimated Song Qiao’s strong ntality, such a simple matter did bring a little heartache, but it was just a little after all.
Regarding Zhuo Silin, Song Qiao has long known that the girl looked down on her and not easy to ntor.
Lu An’an didn’t know these things; she only knew that Song Qiao cherished every artist she ntored, regardless of their acting talent or potential for stardom.
By this ti, Li Xin had already taken Zhuo Silin to the rehearsal room, while those in the office who had previously been close to Li Xin, after being exploited once by her, also didn’t associate with Li Xin anymore.
Even though everyone was in the sa office, seeing each other when they lifted their heads, there was still a subtly strange atmosphere among them.
It seed like it was about to be revealed, yet there was still a thin layer of paper stubbornly existing there.
After Song Qiao left the office, she went straight to the pantry and dialed Lu Jingchen’s number.
The phone rang twice and was imdiately picked up, the man’s deep voice ca from the other side, with a pleasant tone that made one involuntarily indulge, "Hello, Qiaoqiao."
Hearing this familiar voice, Song Qiao didn’t know when it started to cause ripples in her once always peaceful heart, her hand holding the phone subconsciously clenched.
"Qiaoqiao, what’s the matter? Why aren’t you speaking?" Lu Jingchen, from the other end of the phone, not having heard Song Qiao’s voice, spoke again.
The man’s tone seed to carry a trace of lingering sadness, stirring the heart of soone not usually prone to such feelings.
After a long while, Song Qiao turned her gaze towards her busy colleagues outside, as if only then did she begin to recover her own voice, with a hint of murmuring, her tone soft, "I’m here."
"Mm," Lu Jingchen humd, faintly one could hear the sound of him typing on a computer in the background, "Did you call because you needed sothing?"
It was not very often that Song Qiao would call him; usually, he was the one who called her.
Sotis he even felt like his wife was like a little princess who needed his tender care.
Of course, he knew that Song Qiao was not so helpless princess; sotis she was so independent that she didn’t need his help at all.
Only then did Song Qiao rember the reason she had called Lu Jingchen. She hesitated for a mont but didn’t speak of her original thoughts, changing her words before speaking, "It’s almost ti to get off work, I was just wondering if you are free for lunch."
Lu Jingchen on the other side of the phone was slightly taken aback, and then chuckled softly, "Alright, should I co pick you up?"
"Sure," Song Qiao didn’t refuse.
After all, they were now husband and wife; over half of An City already knew of their marriage, which had beco a hot topic online yesterday and today.
The main trigger was the news this morning.
It was all because of Zuo Yuqing.
Normally, she wouldn’t browse the internet unless necessary.
But wasn’t Lu An’an right by her side?
Who knew if their outings had been targeted by the paparazzi; many photos of the two buying furniture together, and even of Lu Jingchen dropping her off at work in the morning had been captured.
Lu Jingchen indeed ca to pick her up for lunch, which attracted quite a crowd within the company, but the man simply drove off after Song Qiao got into the car.
The two chose a restaurant with a good reputation and a decent environnt.
After taking their seats, Lu Jingchen called over a waiter, then breaking the silence as he looked at Song Qiao, who was now gazing out the window, "What made you think of having lunch with today?"
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