Chapter 9
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"What are you talking about? Okay, I'll see what I can do. Okay, goodbye." Song Yu hung up the phone and looked at Qi Chengzhi awkwardly.
She knew how loud her phone was. Ruan Danchen had said that if she didn't change to a better phone, people wouldn't even need to peek at her phone. They could steal her business just by listening to her phone.
However, Qi Chengzhi didn't look at her and didn't react at all.
When they arrived at the company, Song Yu could only say, "Thank you for sending me back."
Qi Chengzhi nodded and didn't say anything.
When they returned to the office, Ruan Danchen asked her how it was.
Song Yu shook her head, "I don't know yet. I have to go back and study the design plan. The competition is too big this time."
"Hmph, she really thinks she can be a famous architect and design landmark buildings! She doesn't know what she's capable of, "Wang Liwei sneered.
"Don't worry about her. She's just a mad dog," Ruan Danchen pulled Song Yu over.
"Who are you talking about?" Wang Liwei stood up and frowned angrily.
"I'm talking about whoever called me," Ruan Danchen said bluntly.
Song Yu shook her head and didn't want to lower herself to Wang Liwei's level.
When they got off work, they saw Jian Yi waiting for Song Yu at the entrance of the company. Wang Liwei said sarcastically, "Your private life is so messy."
Song Yu saw the backseat full of gifts and said, "Why did you buy so many things? It's not your first time eating at our house."
"They're all inexpensive and practical things," Jian Yi smiled.
"My mother will say that I'm insensible again if you buy so many things," Song Yu sighed.
"That's why your mother will treat me to meals often!" Jian Yi looked at her meaningfully.
The car drove to Song Yu's house. It was an old-fashioned residential area. Looking at the brown and crude mud walls, Song Yu would always think that before her parents went bankrupt, they would never have imagined that one day they would live in such a simple and crude area.
Her parents' two-bedroom house was not much more spacious than the small apartment she rented.
As soon as they entered the door, Yu Qianying greeted them enthusiastically, "Why do you bring so many things every time you come? Song Yu, don't you know how to stop him?"
"It's not Song Song's fault. She doesn't know either," Jian Yi smiled and sent the things into the kitchen.
"Dinner is almost ready. Hurry up and take a seat. Song Yu's father has been talking about you all day. You too, you won't come if I don't call you. "Yu Qianying pretended to be angry and waved the shovel.
"I'm just afraid that people won't like me if I come here too often," Jian Yi said as he entered the kitchen. "Auntie, your cooking is really amazing. It smells so good."
"You're such a sweet talker. I'd love it if you came every day. Even the fragrance of my cooking didn't attract you to come every day." Yu Qianying said, but her face was full of smiles.
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