The door was suddenly pushed open, and Jiang Yibai, with disordered hair, shouted with bulging eyes, "What are you waiting for! You're dead!!!"

Ye Qing quickly lowered her head. The screen had turned black and white. Without her leading the team, her teammates suddenly became headless flies that were chased and chopped by the opponents who rushed out of their high ground, especially the short-legged little mechanic, who fell to the ground like a crispy melon in July - broken all over the ground.

It made her speechless.

"You must win! You can't let them turn the tables!" Jiang Yibai suddenly ordered.

Ye Qing glanced at the last few seconds of the countdown and said calmly, "If I win, let me in!"

"Alright!"

Jiang Yibai gritted his teeth and said, "Take another five Kills. I'll treat you to milk tea!"

...

The reddish-orange wall, the dark green velvet sofa, and the diverse colors were like butterflies that crashed into Ye Qing's eyes.

Meanwhile, the biggest 'Butterfly Prince', who was wearing pink wool pajamas, was nestled in a huge soft chair, staring intently at the playback video of the game on the mobile phone.

Ye Qing blew on the hot milk tea and slowly drank half a cup. Only then did she hear the person diagonally opposite her sigh.

Seeing the kid narrow his eyes slightly, like a cat that had eaten a fish with a face full of satisfaction, Ye Qing was almost certain about the next negotiation.

"I said," Jiang Yibai glanced sideways at her, "Who did you learn it from? Not bad!"

Ye Qing smiled gently. Instead of answering, she asked, "Mr. Jiang also wants to learn?"

Jiang Yibai immediately curled his lips, "I don't."

The words were not absolute enough, and it was obvious that he didn't mean it.

Ye Qing looked at the phone with a black screen on the coffee table and nodded seriously, "That's right. Mr. Jiang should be very busy recently. Why would you care about such a time-consuming game?"

Busy, he was not busy at all!

Jiang Yibai exerted force with his fingertips, and the internal injury on the old phone screen instantly spread out, but he could not show any displeasure.

Now, how many people in the entertainment circle were laughing at him, and the angrier he was, the more he would make those people happy!

However, was this woman in front of him, who had a pure face but was smiling very calmly, really the brainless dog skin plaster from before?

Was she pretending before or now?

"He," Jiang Yibai cleared his throat, "You came to find me again for that lousy variety show, right? I'll tell you for the last time..."

"Mr. Jiang, you misunderstand me."

Ye Qing said calmly with a crisp voice, "Actually, I came here today just to apologize to Mr. Jiang. After all, I have caused you a lot of trouble in the past month. If I don't come here personally, I will feel uneasy. As for that variety show..."

Ye Qing deliberately paused for a moment before continuing, "I personally think that it is not suitable for Mr. Jiang."

"Oh?"

Jiang Yibai's face was full of suspicion, and a few words floated out before his eyes. Did this woman in front of him finally grow mature?

"Are you really here just to apologize?"

"Yes." Ye Qing took out a palm-sized gift box from her backpack. The package was simple, but one could see a small, inconspicuous luxury brand logo.

This brand was called JC and originated from Country Y which had nearly two hundred years of history. This year, it had just officially announced to enter the market of Country C and had chosen City Z as the headquarters in Asia. However, the spokesperson had not been decided yet. Jiang Yibai was one of their targets.

His three competitors were all male artists of different styles at the same age. And one of them had just won the Berlin Golden Leaf Award and was a good actor.

In terms of resources, qualifications, reputation, and status, Jiang Yibai was the last.

So when he saw this gift, his face instantly sank, "You really know how to pick the gift."