"Hello? It's me!"
The familiar voice startled Zhuo Wen from a distance, and her fiancé asked her, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!"
Zhuo Wen answered in a low voice, but her complexion had already turned quite ugly.
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"Could you come to the studio on Monday? Great! I'll wait for you at the studio then."
Qin Mu's voice was steady yet polite, and after finishing, she hung up the phone, slightly lifting her downcast eyes.
Wen Runuan and Helian Hao both sweated for her, but she handled the call with composure.
"What's wrong? The milk is getting cold!"
Qin Mu reminded them in a low voice.
The two women picked up their milk but neither drank, just looking at her.
After putting down the phone, Qin Mu leaned gently against the sofa back, thinking this was for the best.
Since she already knew of Zhuo Wen's existence, it was time to let Zhuo Wen know as well.
Zhuo Wen clearly became nervous upon knowing this and fell silent.
