"Refund."

"Xiao Xi, don't get yourself into a trap. Do you think we don't know what your relationship with Miss Wu Yue is like? If you no longer have any contact, no longer meet, imagine if you were no longer her brother, would you want her to call someone else 'brother'?"

Song Zhibo stared intently at Cheng Pingxi's face, not missing a single expression, while gently guiding him.

Before the agent could finish speaking, Cheng Pingxi saw several boys with their faces blurred out in his mind, and behind each of them was a little tail calling out "Brother, brother," which was none other than Wu Yue's cool yet gentle voice!

He couldn't help but frown, and with a loud thud, he slammed his fist down on the table.

Although Song Zhibo was startled by the voice, he quickly returned to his peacemaker mode: "So, Xiaoxi, listen to my advice. You and Miss Wuyue have reconciled, but there's an unbreakable blood bond between you. If you can't attend Miss Wuyue and Mr. Yan's wedding, wouldn't that be..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door to the lounge opened from the outside, "Little Xixi~"

After Cheng Pingxi's comeback, the company sent him an all-around agent. It's no exaggeration to say that the resources he brought far exceeded those of Song Zhibo, leaving Song far behind.

However, Song Zhibo was not dismissed from his job, and now both of them are responsible for Cheng Pingxi's career and life.

The newcomer was stylishly dressed, about 1.8 meters tall, with heavy, flamboyant makeup, long, straight black hair reaching his waist, and a well-tailored suit that accentuated his physique. He was male, both handsome and alluring. He was an extremely eye-catching presence.

Cheng Pingxi initially rejected such an overly familiar yet disgusting form of address, but Zhu Jin was shameless, so Cheng Pingxi just pretended not to hear it and acquiesced.

Zhu Jin let out a deep, magnetic voice brimming with hormones: "I made an appointment with Director Bai at 4:30, time to go!"

Cheng Pingxi hummed in agreement, stood up, and grabbed the sun-protective clothing hanging on the back of the chair.

“Xiao Xi…” Song Zhibo was waiting for an answer.

Cheng Pingxi lowered her eyelashes slightly, "Let me think about it some more."

“Old Song,” Zhu Jin raised an eyebrow and stretched out his long arm to block Song Zhibo’s steps that were following closely behind, “There’s something I need your help with. I heard that Xiao Xixi is making a comeback, and recently many brands have been extending olive branches to him seeking cooperation. So I’m leaving it to you. You should know to what extent it would be beneficial for Xiao Xixi.”

Song Zhibo glanced at the back of Cheng Pingxi's head, unable to refuse, and could only nod. After half a second, he added, "Xiaoxi, your parents called to ask how you're doing. Give them a call when you have time."

Cheng Pingxi gave a soft "hmm," walked past Zhu Jin, and headed outside.

A discreet minivan slowly drove out of the basement and headed towards the northern part of Beijing.

Half an hour later, the car had traveled more than half the distance. At 4:05, it was passing under the newly built snowfield overpass in the North District.

"Bang—!"

The ear-piercing, loud noise forced the car to stop.

"What's wrong?!" Zhu Jin looked at the driver in confusion.

The driver was also bewildered. "I don't know, it seems like I was hit by something."

"What the hell? Did the overpass collapse?" Zhu Jin said irritably, but he immediately denied it. If the overpass had collapsed, he would probably be unconscious by now, and his survival would be uncertain.

"I'll get out and take a look." The driver unbuckled his seatbelt and quickly got out of the car to investigate.

Zhu Jin saw the driver walk around the front of the car, and then heard a scream, "Ah... someone's dead!"

The pale sunset cast its glow on the ground, outlining the shape of a girl. She lay there calmly, her skin seemingly stiff, pale and bluish-white. A strange smell emanated from her; besides the stench of a decaying corpse, there was an indescribable odor, like the pungent smell of perfume and flowers mixed with alcohol.

Zhu Jin pressed down on Cheng Pingxi's attempt to sit up and said coldly, "I'm going to call the police! You stay in the car and don't come out." With Cheng Pingxi's fame, if he got out of the car, wouldn't he become a zoo monkey surrounded by onlookers? Besides, with such an unlucky thing happening, who knows what the news would say.