Chapter 559
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Rong Yan heaved a sigh of relief. Luckily, Fu Qin was dead!
If Fu Qin didn't die, she might not be able to live in the Rong family anymore. Her father might not want her anymore.
Thinking of this, he thought of Qi Cunyu.
Actually, if it weren't for Brother Cunyu, she would no longer be the eldest daughter of the Rong family.
Fortunately, I have Brother Cunyu!
Jiang Ge: "…"
He didn't say anything and just glanced at her face.
Rong Yan looked at Rong Zhan and said, "Dad, Mom will be home soon. I'll help you prepare lunch."
When Rong Zhan heard about Helian Jing, he felt a strong sense of discomfort. He looked at Rong Zhan and said, "Forget it, just let the servants do it."
Rong Yan said, "Dad, I really know how to cook …"
Rong Zhan's voice suddenly sank. "I told you not to do it!"
Her face trembled slightly. "Yes, Father."
She glanced at Rong Zhan. She had never seen a father like this. This was the first time!
Are you still angry about what happened before?
It was so scary.
She quickly returned to her bedroom.
Seeing that Rong Yan had left, Rong Zhan's gaze fell on Jiang Ge. "Go and investigate if there are any problems with Fu Qin's death. If you can't find anything, you don't need to come back."
Jiang Ge replied, "Yes, Mr Jung."
Rong Zhan took another look at Jiang Ge. "In a few days, Madam and I will go to Nangang City. We will buy you some time. No matter what it takes, bring Shuyun away from Mochen."
Jiang Ge replied, "Yes, Sir."
…
At noon and night, at the live broadcast of 'The Music Intern', Wei Wei's fans saw Wei Wei sitting behind Ning Nan as an intern.
"Wei Wei!"
"Wei Wei!"
…
The fans in the stadium shouted her name.
The production crew cleverly gave Wei Wei a shot. Wei Wei faced the camera and made a heart with one hand.
The fans felt as though they were being pampered and were bubbling with happiness.
Tonight was the last round of the preliminary round. It went very smoothly and there were good interns. All five producers had successfully recruited four interns.
Wan Kun, as the producer who was replaced midway, took over the interns that Shu Yun had previously accepted, including Jiang Pingping.
Next week would be the intern snatching phase.
Because the rules were added at the last minute, the details of the rules had not been announced yet. They were still being optimized.
As soon as the live broadcast ended, Old Mrs. Han dragged Qin Man to Wan Kun for a photo.
The Old Master sat in his seat with a frosty look on his face.
The little fellow and Little Pomelo stole a glance at their great-grandfather's expression.
Great Grandfather actually liked to get jealous so much!
After watching for a while, Grandpa Sheng turned his face away and his gaze landed on Wei Wei.
Ji Zuo had always been by Wei Wei's side, responsible for Wei Wei's safety.
Shang Ziyang had already communicated with the production crew that Wei Wei would not be staying in the production crew's dormitory.
The staff started to leave the venue. Under Ji Zuo's protection, Wei Wei walked towards the exit.
She still had lingering fears when she thought of the previous accident.
Fortunately, she had Ji Zuo by her side this time.
Suddenly, someone walked towards Wei Wei and Ji Zuo. Ji Zuo cautiously stopped her.
It was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She looked at Ji Zuo and said, "My daughter likes Wei Wei very much. She can't come today, so I'm here to get her an autograph. Is that alright?"
Only then did Ji Zuo allow her to get close to Wei Wei.
Wei Wei liked her fans very much. When she heard that her fans' mommy was asking for her daughter's autograph, she felt very loving. She took the card and suddenly realized that she did not have a pen. She looked at Ji Zuo and asked, "Do you have a pen?"
Ji Zuo shook his head and said, "No."
The middle-aged woman looked at Wei Wei and said, "It's alright. I have a pen. Do you want to use my pen?"
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