Chapter 570
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Song Qingchun pulled back her hand, which had stopped in midair, and stood where she was for two seconds. She did not seem to be angered by the man's arrogance and disregard. Instead, she turned around with that perfect and friendly smile on her face. "Mr. Yang, can we start the interview now?"
Mr. Yang ignored Song Qingchun like before. He pressed the call button leisurely and picked up the wine menu from the table. He leaned back in the sofa with his legs crossed and started flipping through it.
Song Qingchun had gotten used to the arrogance of some people in the entertainment industry, so she acted as if nothing had happened. She walked leisurely to the sofa and found a seat that was not too far away from Mr. Yang. Then, she pulled out the recording pen and the interview questions that she carried with her.
Mr. Yang ordered a bottle of wine and a fruit platter.
After everything was served, Song Qingchun asked for the third time, "Mr. Yang, can we start now?"
"There's no rush." This time, Mr. Yang answered. He sat up straight, picked up the wine from the table, and poured some into the two glasses that the waiter had placed on the table. Then, he placed one of the glasses before Song Qingchun and picked up the other one. He raised it at Song Qingchun and said, "Let's have a drink first."
When she was in high school, Song Menghwa and Song Cheng often told her not to drink with strangers. Therefore, over the years, Song Qingchun had learned to drink, but only when she was in a bad mood or at parties.
She stared at the glass of wine that Mr. Yang had placed before her for two seconds before a bright smile appeared on her face. "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, but I don't know how to drink."
Mr. Yang raised his eyebrows but did not insist. He tipped his head back and downed the glass in his hand. Then, he poured himself another. He swirled the glass in his hand and turned to look at Song Qingchun for a moment before saying, "Shall we start?"
"Okay, Mr. Yang." Song Qingchun smiled and reached out to turn on the recording pen. However, before she could do so, Mr. Yang suddenly reached out to grab the pen from her hand. Song Qingchun raised her head with confusion. Mr. Yang twirled the pen in his hand, took a sip of wine, and said, "I don't like recording. If you have any questions, just ask. Just record them with the pen."
How troublesome!
Song Qingchun scolded in her heart, but she smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Yang."
Then, Song Qingchun bit on the pen and lowered her head to look at the first question on the card. Then, she asked, "Mr. Yang, what are your thoughts on the excellent results of your latest drama?"
Mr. Yang pretended to tilt his head to the side to think before answering Song Qingchun's question seriously.
Following his words, Song Qingchun quickly jotted down notes in her notebook.
When they were halfway through the glass, Song Qingchun was almost done with her questions. Biting on the end of her pen, Song Qingchun looked at the last two questions. She chose one that was more explosive and asked, "Mr. Yang, we've talked so much about your work, can I ask you a personal question?"
Song Qingchun waited for Mr. Yang to nod before continuing. "Not long ago, there were rumors online saying that you are going to be married soon. Is that true? Are you getting married this year? "
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