Joe.
"Qiao Nian?"
This was as if Wei Xueying was hit by an invisible hammer and had been driven to the bottom of the valley. She could no longer be arrogant.
Trembling, she looked through the address book for her cousin's phone number.
But Wei Xueying knew very well that what she was doing was of no use. Her cousin, who had the support of a prominent family in the city, was forced to retire from the entertainment industry and go abroad. Now she is not as popular and famous as her cousin was. How could it be different if she were in her place
But Wei Xueying could not find any psychological comfort other than making the phone call tremblingly, for she was afraid of making a fool of herself in public.
Even though she knew very well that she would become a laughing stock when everyone watched the news in a few minutes.
She couldn't care less.
"Cousin, I'm in trouble."
*
Qiao Nian walked out of the gate of Ring City TV Station, hailed a taxi at the corner and prepared to go to the library.
After she got in the car, she slowly took out her cell phone, which was full of missed calls and unread messages.
Qiao Nian opened WeChat and took a look first.
I thought it was nothing important.
Who knew that after she opened it, she saw that Zhang Yang had sent her a WeChat message.
Qiao Nian was quite surprised.
She and Zhang Yang also had contact from time to time, but it was more often when Qin Si organized a party and they played together. Zhang Yang seldom looked for her in private and was very careful to keep a distance.
Zhang Yang sent her a message
Qiao Nian lowered her eyelashes and reached out to open the WeChat message from Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang apologized to her very sincerely on WeChat and said that he had just learned about Wei Xueying’s situation, and immediately told her how they dealt with Wei Xueying.
Finally, Zhang Yang asked her on WeChat whether she wanted Wei Xueying to apologize to her in person again.
Qiao Nian frowned at first, but when she saw the end, she raised her eyes, found someone's phone number and called. As soon as the call was connected, the person on the other end picked up the phone.
"Hello."
The man's voice was deep and magnetic.
Qiao Nian couldn't help but cover her ears. Her heart was agitated by his deep voice, and she said to him, "Did you do what happened to Wei Xueying?"
"Hmm? What's the matter, Wei Xueying?" The man's voice was lazy and his tone was smiling.
Qiao Nian paused, holding the phone, and felt that the car was too stuffy.
She opened the car window to let the wind in, pulled her cap down, and said slowly, "You went to see Zhang Yang?"
"Zhang Yang told you?" Ye Wangchuan was not surprised, and immediately said, "I just asked him to manage the artists in his own company and not let any random people out. Being an artist requires artistic ethics. She has no bottom line, and staying in the entertainment industry will harm minors."
"I know." Qiao Nian herself didn't have a good impression of Wei Xueying, and she also planned to teach Wei Xueying a lesson. At least in the matter of destroying cultural relics, Wei Xueying had gone too far.
However, she didn't expect that Ye Wangchuan, who was far away in Beijing, knew these things.
She pursed her lips again, changed the subject, and looked up at the scenery speeding by outside the car window: "By the way, I came out of the TV station and was going to the library. I'll go back when I'm done here, so you don't have to come all the way here."
Qiao Nian thought for a moment, frowned slightly, and added: "If everything goes well, it shouldn't take too long. Well, about half a day."
"I'll see if I can go back at night. Even if I don't go back at night, I will go back to Beijing the next day."
She had nothing left to linger on in Ring City.
There was nothing left for the Qiao family to be nostalgic about, and everyone was even.
Shen Qingqing and Liang Bowen are both studying in other places.
(End of this chapter)