Is that bottle of wine that I only secretly take out to taste when I can’t hold on any longer going to become an inexhaustible wine cellar?
Or is it just self-indulgent?
What's more, do you just have the dirty idea of not wanting to work hard anymore and want to use other people's fame to pave the way for yourself?
In the end, Fang Xiaole decided to call Lin Yao as agreed.
Anyway, let’s meet and talk today.
When the phone was connected, a gentle and clear singing voice sounded. Fang Xiaole could tell that it was Lin Yao's voice.
Is this her song?
It's quite nice. I'd better find some of her songs to listen to when I have time, so that I won't be exposed next time when we are promoting each other commercially.
The pleasant singing sounded for a long time, but no one answered the phone.
Maybe it was too early, I was being abrupt. Fang Xiaole was about to hang up when the other end suddenly answered.
"Hello?" For some reason, there seemed to be a slight tremor in the soft voice.
"Sister Yao, why are your feet...?" There was another nagging voice next to her, which should be her female assistant.
"Hello, are you Lin Yao?" Fang Xiaole asked politely.
"I'm Lin Yao, are you Fang Xiaole?"
Before Fang Xiaole could speak, Lin Yao had already said his name.
Why does it seem like she's a little impatient?
Fang Xiaole scratched his cheek, thinking that he must have been overthinking it. They had met several times before, so it was normal for the other person to recognize his voice right away.
"It's me. Yesterday you said you wanted to talk to me about something. What was it?"
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