Targeting

"You're free this afternoon?"

Jiang se could not help but turn to ask PEI Yi after they entered the elevator.

He was thick-skinned and returned her a smile. His fingers moved, but he still didn't dare to pull her.

"The most important thing for me now is to pursue you."

He grinned, one hand on the transparent glass of the elevator, the other in his pocket, and his golden hair looked arrogant.

The people in the troupe did not recognize PEI Yi. However, when they saw that he had followed Jiang se into the theater as if it was a matter of course, they did not see any apprehension on his face.

The person in charge of the rehearsal for " returning home on a snowy night " was a young man named Wen gang. He was about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. He was the one who had received Chang Yuhu and Jiang se yesterday.

He glanced at PEI Yi, who had his hands in his pockets. After a moment of hesitation, he carefully asked Jiang se, "

"This is your Wufu."