Mu Yan hesitated for a moment, logged into another of her Weibo accounts, and surprisingly found that she still had fans sending her private messages.
The messages were all similar: "Da Da, when are you coming back?"
"Da Da, please reply."
"Da Da, don't leave us hanging!"
...
She looked at a few messages and logged out, letting it continue to gather dust.
Some decisions might never change in this lifetime, so why give people hope?
And now, what she had to do was shine in another field.
Shengyuan Group, President's Office.
The man sitting behind the desk stared at his phone without saying a word, exuding a gloomy aura.
Seeing a different side of her was certainly delightful.
But the thought that others would also see it made his feelings somewhat complicated.
However, since he let Song Cheng'an bring her into the entertainment industry, he had anticipated this result.
Now, what was she doing? Filming?
It's been ten days since they last met.
