"......." Qi Ming shivered again, his speech becoming sowhat stamred, "Wha—, I—I didn’t say anything."
Wen Qiao asked him, "Did Director Li also send you this ssage on the paper yesterday?"
"Yeah, r-right." Qi Ming swallowed, his heart that had jumped a mont ago now slowly sinking, "After he explained the recording ti needed for this episode, he suddenly sent this phrase. I was quite baffled."
Wen Qiao looked at the four empty boxes as if deep in thought, "What ti did he send you this ssage?"
"Soti after eleven." While speaking, Qi Ming kept moving closer to Wen Qiao.
"The exact ti."
"Who would rember that so clearly—" Qi Ming had succeeded in moving next to Wen Qiao and saw her fingers lightly and slowly tapping on the table.
Tap, then another tap.
The rhythm was clear, especially unnerving in this empty room.
The image of a female ghost from horror movies popped into Qi Ming’s mind, dressed in red, with her hair down, her high heels clicking on the floor...
He shuddered violently, his tone changing abruptly, "Give a minute! Let think."
Wen Qiao stopped tapping on the table.
Qi Ming didn’t know whether he should inch closer to her or keep his distance.
In this conflicted state, Qi Ming’s brain worked at high speed, thinking back to the ti when Director Li had sent him the ssage last night.
"I rember, I rember!"
It had been almost two minutes when Qi Ming suddenly grabbed Wen Qiao’s arm in excitent, shaking it, "Eleven thirty-five, my little uncle had just sent my living expenses, I rember it very clearly."
Damn it, finally, I can escape this creepy place.
Although Qi Ming’s recollection of the exact ti pleased Wen Qiao—this not-so-bright nephew finally proved to be sowhat useful—what she was more curious about at the mont was—
"You’re this old and you still need your little uncle to send you living expenses?"
No wonder she thought Qi Ming was so obsequious towards Fu Jinghen; Fu Jinghen held his "lifeblood."
Earlier, after Director Li and Wen Qiao had finished exchanging terms, the live broadcast had already switched back to them.
When the audience heard Qi Ming say with a boastful tone, "My little uncle just happened to send my living expenses," the screen was instantly flooded with a wave of "hahahahaha."
[LMAO, as Qi Ming’s dedicated fan from the beginning of his career, let inform everyone that he will turn twenty-three in just a month.]
[About to be twenty-three and still hasn’t achieved financial independence, still depending on little uncle for living expenses, a confird overgrown child.]
[Wen Qiao’s counter-question was simply brilliant, lest Qi Ming didn’t realize what he’d just blurted out.]
[What’s with the boasting tone, still relying on your little uncle for living expenses at twenty-three, you proud of that, hahaha.]
[Alright fans, I’ve laughed enough. Let kindly explain for him, Qi Ming’s family seems well-off. When he just debuted, he wore tailor-made clothes. His family is probably strict with his finances because they worried he’d be lavish with money once he entered the entertainnt industry.]
[Yeah hahahaha, he explained it during a livestream before, but I still want to laugh.]
[May I ask, does Qi Ming not realize this is a live broadcast, why is he so candid?]
"....."
Qi Ming’s excitent faded, "Is that the point?"
Wen Qiao nodded, "Yes, it is."
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