The ringtone repeated a second ti before Cen Jin snapped back to reality. She quickly swiped to answer the call, put it to her ear, and cheerfully answered, "Hello! Yun... Yun Qi."
At the sound of these two words, Jiang Baizhou’s brows unconsciously furrowed. He couldn’t help but glance over, and the image of Yun Qi sending her back that night, with them smiling at each other, suddenly flashed through his mind. His originally indifferent deanor darkened, his thin lips pressed tightly together, and he let out a disdainful "tsk."
Hearing this not-too-loud "tsk," Cen Jin opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at him. But Yun Qi’s voice on the other end of the phone forcibly dragged her thoughts back: "Ah, tonight? Uh, sorry, I... don’t have ti tonight!"
"Is it for work?" Cen Jin thoughtfully pondered for a mont, "I have an appointnt tomorrow night too. How about this? The day after tomorrow! I’ll go with Ling Ran to discuss with you in detail in the afternoon, okay?"
"Alright, let’s get in touch the day after tomorrow then."
After hanging up the call, Cen Jin put her phone back in her bag, and Jiang Baizhou’s cold and arrogant voice reached her ears: "What does he want with you?"
"He said there’s a project he wants to collaborate on with . We’ll only know the specifics after the day after tomorrow’s discussion."
"You’re designing wedding dresses, and he’s in the clothing industry. What could you possibly need to collaborate on?" Jiang Baizhou didn’t bother with niceties, bluntly questioning her.
Cen Jin was at a loss for words, rembering his incredulous "tsk" from earlier. She glanced sideways at him, "They’re all clothes anyway! We’ll find out after the eting. By the way... do you have sothing against Yun Qi? When I was on the call earlier, that ’tsk’ sound—if I didn’t hear it wrong—ca from you, right!"
"What’s there to like about him?" Jiang Baizhou snorted lightly, glancing at her with scorn in his tone.
"..."
Cen Jin rolled her eyes at him, speechless, "Didn’t you and Yun Qi only et that one ti when he sent back? Technically, you shouldn’t really know him well, right? So where does your opinion about him co from?"
Jiang Baizhou stared straight ahead, falling into silence without any intention of answering her question.
Cen Jin got no satisfaction from pressing on this matter, puckered her lips, and didn’t say anything more. She lowered her head, took out her phone, and sent Ye Lingran a WeChat ssage explaining that Yun Group was interested in collaborating with their studio.
Ye Lingran didn’t reply to the ssage promptly, and after waiting a little while, Cen Jin put her phone back in her bag. She supported her chin with one hand and stared out the car window, her eyes as bright and clear as the warm sun, mingled with unknown thoughts.
Soon, the car arrived at the clinic on Chunxi Road. A white van was parked by the roadside, with three workers in uniform moving items into the alley. After getting out of the car, Cen Jin and Jiang Baizhou walked toward the clinic.
From afar, they spotted a familiar handso figure at the clinic’s entrance gesturing with a worker. After finishing the conversation, the person turned around instinctively, spotted them, and flashed a bright, handso smile, "Bai Zhou, oh! Miss Nie is also here! You two are inseparable, always together."
Hearing him jest and tease in this way, Cen Jin’s heart skipped a beat, her heartbeat missing several beats. She turned her eyes to the side to look at Jiang Baizhou, noticing his expression remained unchanged. His deanor was still as indifferent as ever, with no trace of change. The stars in her eyes instantly dimd.
"Where are the drawings?" Jiang Baizhou approached, ignoring the person’s gaze with malicious intent, and coldly asked in return.
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