Nan Mufeng smiled slowly and instructed his assistant to book a plane ticket. He wanted to return to Jiangcheng to see his wife.
The assistant came in and looked outside strangely, saying, "Director Nan, Miss Qiao tore the check into pieces and threw it in the trash can."
Nan Mufeng was taken aback.
"Director Nan, should we issue her a new check?"
"No need." Nan Mufeng waved his hand, deciding to respect Qiao Jiaying's decision.
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"One two three four, two two three four..."
Edward had just entered the house when he heard the posture teacher calling out the commands with full energy. He smiled satisfactorily, tossed his coat to Jimmy, changed into slippers, and walked silently toward the training room.
In the training room, Ye Qiu was following the posture teacher in a ballet dance.
But...
Edward was amused by Ye Qiu's dance moves: Is this a swan? Stiff like a roasted goose!
"Miss Ye Qiu, please raise your arms a little higher. Chest out, stomach in..."
