She had even made a vicious promise to dominate the headlines with Mr. Qi the next day, recalling last night's call connected to Mr. Qi's studio, where Mr. Qi personally admitted that he and Miss Ji were well acquainted and perfectly fit the image of the "Goddess" they envisaged.'
After reading the news content, Ji Anning nearly spat blood.
What in the world was Qi Helian playing at?
Ji Anning frowned, hesitated for a moment, then got out of bed, turned on the computer, and found Qi Helian's mobile number in the backup emails on her phone, and called it.
Having filmed until after one in the morning and then getting up early to catch a plane, Qi Helian fell asleep as soon as he got into the car.
He didn't know how long his phone on the side had been vibrating before he opened his eyes. The vibration had stopped. This was his private number.
