Shi Yan looked up at him in a daze, and Song Yuchen suddenly stood up and came over.

Shi Yan's palms, holding the water cup, were covered with a dense layer of sweat.

Song Yuchen's index finger fell on the red and swollen part of Shi Yan's neck. "Shi Yan, this is not your fault. Don't hurt yourself."

The temperature on his fingertips was scalding, but before Shi Yan could react, the temperature suddenly faded away.

The powerful aura of Song Yuchen in front of him suddenly disappeared. Shi Yan blinked and slowly came back to her senses.

Song Yuchen closed the bedroom door and looked down at his fingers, which were still warm from the cigarette.

There were slight ripples in the deep and steady eyes.

Shiyan's publisher suddenly changed, and Mr. Wang would rather pay the penalty than cooperate with Shiyan.

This time the publisher was an elite woman, and the two met in a cafe.

The woman took off her sunglasses and held out her hand. "Jiang Ling, it's a pleasure working with you."

The contract was pushed directly in front of Shi Yan. "I have already signed it, but before you sign, I have a few words to say."

"I've reviewed your drawings and I think your skills are good. We'll consider your promotional packaging. Do you have any questions?"

"You can't falsely advertise my drawings."

The woman couldn't help laughing when she heard this.

"Little sister, in our industry, we have seen too many geniuses like you."

"If I want to gain a firm foothold and express my own ideas, the first step is to gain my own reputation and create works that are in line with the market..."

"I don't recommend that painters with sensitive hearts sign contracts with us."

Jiang Ling leaned back, put her hands in front of her and smiled.