Help the Little Brother

"Not interested."

"Why?"

Didn't he just say that he had nothing to do?

Song Jianyi blinked her beautiful eyes and looked thoughtfully at Qi Yu.

Xiao Le quietly informed her, "It seems like there's some animosity between Qi Yu and Fei Qing!"

"Is there such a rumor?"

"Well, there's competition between male stars too. The overseas media always likes to compare Qi Yu and Fei Qing. Although Qi Yu is slightly better, the seeds of hostility have been sown."

"That's a shame."

Song Jianyi sighed regretfully. "Qi Yu, if you don't want to come, then forget it."

"Forget it?"

"Yeah, I can't force you to do something you don't like, right?"

Qi Yu coughed lightly. "Actually, I can consider it."

"So? What's your decision?"

Qi Yu pointed to his own cheek.

The assistant beside him clenched his fist!

[Damn, Qi Yu is falling!]

He quietly took out his phone and sent a message to Luo Dashu, along with a crying face emoji.

Luo Dashu: [Sitting up in bed while on the verge of death.jpg]