At nine in the morning, Wang Jian sat in the back seat of the car, gently massaging his temples.
After the "three monks without water" experience last night, he was completely sleepless.
"Please, I'm only eighteen. I should be thinking about women."
"Why do I have to bear this responsibility and pressure that I shouldn't have at my age, and try to deceive that wealthy third-generation?"
Meanwhile, Beyoncé sitting next to him was so nervous that her legs were trembling.
Although she had been famous as a member of Destiny's Child,
even at her peak, Beyoncé only dealt with her manager, a middle-level executive at a record company.
Now, she was going to meet the Chairman of Universal.
That was a big shot who even the president of Universal Records had to treat with great respect!
"Mr. Wang, we've arrived," the driver reminded obsequiously.
"Okay." Wang Jian nodded and got out of the car on his own.