"I……"

Feeling a little guilty, Mu Qian subconsciously replied, "I'm busy!"

Yes, I am busy.

only……

Looking at Long Jingyan's handsome face, which was somber and his voice low and oppressive, why did she feel a little guilty?

"Is that so?" Long Jingyan suddenly smiled.

Mu Qian coughed lightly, her eyes somewhat unfocused.

For some reason, even though they were separated by a screen, she felt like she was being seen through.

It was as if she had done something wrong and been caught red-handed.

Cough cough!

Pshaw, what are you talking about?

Looking at the little girl's wandering eyes and lively expression, Long Jingyan's gaze deepened.

The anger from being hung up on all vanished instantly.

Forget it, what's the point of him getting angry?

How did today's rehearsal go?

Long Jingyan felt that as his agent, he should be concerned about it.

"There are still some arrangements that haven't been finalized." Mu Qian casually tossed her still slightly damp hair.

Long Jingyan narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, feeling a dryness and itchiness in his throat.

Does this little woman know how alluring her gesture is?

"Do you need my help?" Long Jingyan asked.

"No need, Ziyue and I will discuss it further later, and we should be able to finalize it soon." Mu Qian lowered her hand that was playing with her hair and rested her chin on her hand.

Long Jingyan, "..."

well!

It's heartbreaking to think that he has such a huge resource, yet the newly signed artists don't know how to use it!

"I heard you ate quite a bit tonight?" Long Jingyan sighed and changed the subject.

Hopefully, Mu Qian won't take the initiative to think of him.

"You arranged that chef?" Mu Qian suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"You know?" Long Jingyan smiled.

Mu Qian rolled her eyes. "Do I look like an idiot to you?"

"Yes!" Long Jingyan answered seriously, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"..." Mu Qian, "Damn it!"

"No swearing!" Long Jingyan said, but his tone was full of affection.

Mu Qian pouted and casually asked, "When are you coming back?"

"Missed me?" Long Jingyan raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Mu Qian's lips twitched, "..."

"Um, I was just asking casually out of awkwardness."

"..." Long Jingyan's face darkened, but he still answered, "I'll rush back before the live stream."

"Oh," Mu Qian replied reluctantly.

Long Jingyan sighed helplessly as he saw that the little girl really didn't care much about him.

"Tell Xu Jie what you want to eat, the chef who delivers the fruit platter. Take good care of yourself while I'm gone, okay?"

"As long as there's food, you can take care of yourself!" Mu Qian raised an eyebrow with a grin.

Long Jingyan lowered his eyes, smiled faintly, and shook his head, his voice slightly hoarse, "Yes, good boy!"

Mu Qian, "..."

Just now, she told Mu Yao "good boy," and felt a sense of satisfaction from being a sister.

But now, hearing Long Jingyan say "good boy," she felt as if a feather had been put in her heart.

It's itchy and a bit hot.

That feeling was like something had stirred something deep within her heart, causing her to become instantly flustered...

"I...I need to sleep. Rehearsal starts tomorrow...I...I'm hanging up!"

Mu Qian didn't know what was wrong with her either.

She finished speaking at an extremely fast pace, giving Long Jingyan no chance to say anything more, and hurriedly hung up the video call.

In that instant, she felt her face flush, and her breathing became slightly rapid...

"Qianqian, what's wrong? Why is your face so red?"

Wu Xuan, who had just come out of the shower, stepped forward and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no!" Mu Qian hurriedly shook her head, "I... I just did a few push-ups, that's why my face is red!"

"Push-ups?" Wu Xuan frowned and exclaimed in surprise, looking completely bewildered.

"Hehe...yes, push-ups!" Mu Qian chuckled awkwardly, unsure whether she was trying to hide her embarrassment or feeling guilty, and quickly got up. "I'll go check on Ziyue's arrangement..."

"Bang!"

"careful……"

"It's alright, it's alright!"

Mu Qian got up too quickly, causing the chair to tip over. If she hadn't caught it in time, she probably would have fallen herself.

Wu Xuan looked at Mu Qian, who was rushing off to find Zhang Ziyue, with a question mark on her face.

"What's wrong?" Wu Xuan murmured, then shook her head in confusion and turned to blow-dry her hair.

*

Long Jingyan stood by the hotel window, his gaze falling on a large windmill in the distance. Thinking of the little girl's somewhat panicked appearance just now, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"You think you can just sleep with me and then shirk responsibility? Pretend you didn't exist..."

"How is this possible?!"

The soft, gentle sound filled the dark room, carrying with it a dangerous aura that seemed to belong to the god of the night.

Such danger carries an air of ambiguity.

'Knock knock!'

"Come in……"

Mo Jin walked in. "Master Yan, someone has released information to the Grim Reaper."

"Oh? So impatient..." Long Jingyan curled his lips slightly, picked up his phone, and entered the Death God Forum.

Username: Ghost Minister!