Yu Zexiao was naturally in first class, while Jian Anning, having purchased company stock, had suddenly beco the company’s "newly erging producer" and was also accompanying. However, due to the sheer number of people, especially with television staff present, Jian Anning dared not sit with Yu Zexiao, for fear of gossip. She was seated in front of Yu Zexiao, with Yu Zexiao beside Nie Anni—feeling quite annoyed.
The television crew that ca to scout, promptly settled into the rear economy cabin once boarding the plane. Jian Anning, having previously attended a Cheng Family banquet, was familiar to them. She sat by the window in the second row, head down, reviewing docunts, avoiding conversation with others, fearing recognition from her TV colleagues.
Suddenly, an exceptionally bright voice echoed through the aisle, crisp and clear: "Thank you! I have so many bottles and jars here. Without you, I’d struggle to carry them alone."
The voice was unmistakably recognizable, causing Jian Anning to smirk subtly, knowing instantly without even glancing up who it was—Zhao Ziyin!
Indeed, shortly after, a glamorous figure appeared before them. Zhao Ziyin single-handedly strode in fifteen-centiter high heels, clad in a tight ultra-short dress, with her long hair flowing freely, followed by a weary staff mber dragging her luggage.
Upon spotting Yu Zexiao, her voice raised even higher: "Oh my, you’re sitting in first class! How co I’m in business class? I wish I could be over here too! Can I upgrade? I’d like to pay extra!"
Turning back, she soon spotted Jian Anning’s seat in the rear row, blocking the way further. The staff behind her looked a bit embarrassed, "Miss, sorry, all our seats are sold."
Zhao Ziyin didn’t insist brutishly, instead she placed her belongings at her seat before running over.
Jian Anning asked her with so surprise: "Why are you here? I rember, didn’t you find so new project earlier?"
"Don’t bring it up!" Zhao Ziyin had indeed found a new project—it was due to that project that she drank with the station chief and sponsors and subsequently got entangled with that bastard Mo Siyu. Because of that incident, neither the sponsors nor the station chief gave her much trouble; however, Zhao Ziyin herself didn’t want to stay in the Yancheng station doing programs anymore.
The reason was simple—Mo Siyu!
Previously, Mo Yuhan and Liao Zixin were present, and in front of both sets of parents, Zhao Ziyin had rejected Mo Siyu thoroughly. Although she ordered Jian Anning not to reveal her situation, a few days later, when she and Yu Zexiao returned to the old house, the family was chatting, and Mo Yuhan and Liao Zixin from next door wandered over.
Since they wandered over, they naturally poured out their grievances. Zhao Ziyin had rejected Mo Siyu, who returned ho humbled with his parents at the ti, yet a few days later felt utterly discomforted.
This guy, well, is just like that. Ordinarily, seeing won rushing towards him desperately, he might’ve gotten bored. Yet the ones who completely ignored him lingered in his mind. Once ho, albeit he wouldn’t behave dramatically like a woman seeking life and death, he indeed kept harboring a low mood.
Mo Yuhan and Liao Zixin, upon observing, fully grasped their son’s character. Previously his engagents with minor celebrities, hanging around girls, it wasn’t without soone approaching them.
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