When Shen Wenqian returned to the agent's office, he saw a petite Ruan Qi clutching a pillow, pitifully nestled on the sofa.
"Xiao Qi?"
Ruan Qi didn't respond and kept her original position, burying her face in the pillow.
Shen Wenqian sighed.
Fang Tong was famously bad-tempered, able to make even renowned best actors and actresses cry, let alone a nineteen-year-old girl like Ruan Qi.
He walked over and patted Ruan Qi's head.
"Don't be sad. Tomorrow, I'll talk to Teacher Fang, ask him to give you a few days of grace."
Ruan Qi's little head moved slightly.
She slowly lifted her head and after seeing Shen Wenqian, let out a sleepy yawn.
"...Brother Shen, you're back?"
Shen Wenqian: "..."
He tried to control the twitching at the corner of his mouth and asked through clenched teeth, "You...didn't cry?"
"Huh?" Ruan Qi, still groggy from sleep, looked at him blankly. "Why would I cry?"