Jiang Xiaonan wiped the rainwater off her face while listening to his words.
What does this have to do with the CEO? Poor Lord Zhuo gets blamed innocently.
"This is work-related, an artist encountered a problem, and I'm here to handle it. Is there an issue?"
"You better hurry back home."
"Mm, I'll come back after I handle things. You don't need to worry about it, goodbye."
Jiang Xiaonan adopted a strictly business attitude. She knew very well that if she didn't speak in such a manner, Gu Moyang wouldn't leave.
After Gu Moyang left, Jiang Xiaonan quickly entered her apartment.
As soon as she got inside, she immediately turned on the hot water faucet to fill up the bathtub.
Life is your own; if you get sick, no one will feel sorry for you, and instead, it would just interfere with work.
She still remembered the time she had a fever and almost died from it, surviving only through her own resilience.
She took a set of pajamas and walked into the bathroom.