Traditional Culture Publishing House.

In front of the manager's office.

Zhang Xingjie, who had already packed up everything and was ready to go out and rush to Jiangjing, couldn't help but let out a loud laugh immediately after receiving Fang Qiu's call.

"Quick."

Looking aside, sitting in front of the desk with an inexplicable face of the assistant, hastily opened his mouth to urge: "Return my ticket, Jiangjing I'm not going."

"Not going?"

The assistant ...