This damn Qin Yu, why isn't he back yet?
By three fifty, Cheng Qiankun had already made three calls! Su Ziyan simply couldn't find any more excuses to stall!
If we can't secure Feile Film and Television Company, then so be it!
Su Ziyan took out her phone to dial Qin Yu's number; the ringtone sounded, but no one answered.
Su Ziyan's brows deeply furrowed. Could it be that Qin Yu was at an audition?
This must be fate!
Su Ziyan grabbed the car keys from the table, and just as she was about to leave the office, the door swung open.
A jolt hit Su Ziyan's heart—had her godfather grown impatient? Had he come personally to seize someone?
Fortunately, it was just a false alarm. When the door opened, Qin Yu's infuriatingly smug smile appeared.
"Wife, mission accomplished. I've successfully secured the contract with Feile Film and Television Company, and I'm the leading man! Feile's Zhao Yanjun, Mr. Zhao, said he'll come to sign the contract with you tomorrow."