Xusheng, blood buns, and other topics quickly took over the hot search.
During the weekend, Yuran found some time to visit the studio. Qi Younian had been waiting there for her already. When he saw her, the anger that had been accumulating hadn't fully dissipated, and his face looked rather foul.
Kang Zhenyu grinned at her, "Negotiating with Xusheng, they're really opening their jaws wide—either exchange resources for Meng Qiuyan, or one hundred million, not open for negotiation;
they have a big appetite, just not sure if they can swallow what they've bitten off."
Yuran couldn't help but laugh, "So, Qi Younian is angry just because of this?"
Carrying a cup of coffee in his hand, Kang Zhenyu smiled at her words, his meaning self-explanatory. Yuran shook her head and led Kang Zhenyu into Qi Younian's office.
Qi Younian lifted his gaze to look at the two, the resentment still showing no signs of fading, "You're here."
