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What kind of relationship?
She didnât even know who West was.
Just then, the restaurant door was suddenly pushed open.
An unhappy voice cut in over her, âSheâs my buddy!â
That voice wasâ
Rong Yan turned her head sharply and saw a casually dressed, sunny-looking big boy walk in, come up behind her, and wrap an arm around her shoulders. He said to the man next to her, âLittle Demon Rong is a close friend of mine.â
West, West, Rong Yan was at a loss for words.
Wasnât West just the English word for west!
She had wondered why West sounded so familiar; dammit, wasnât Lin Xinbeiâs English name West!
It seemed Nick knew Lin Xinbei, and the two were quite familiar.
Lin Xinbei pulled out the chair next to her, sat down with a plop, and ordered a glass of Lemon water. While the bartender went to pour it, he looked at the aloof man with practiced ease and started, âArenât you back in the country to manage someone new? How about her?â
âHer?â The mixed-race man gave Rong Yan a glance. Although he was not as hostile as before, his eyebrows were still furrowed, and his attitude was unpleasant, âSheâs not qualified!â
âYou know my rules, I only take on A-listers or newcomers I think have potential. Sheâs neither A-lister nor a newcomer.â
Right now, no one in the entertainment circle dared to step up and become Rong Yanâs agent; she was too difficult to promote.
Having more scandals than a newcomer and not the time-served name of an old-timer, her future looked like a mess!
Knowing her own situation was one thing, but having it bluntly stated by someone else was quite another.
She hadnât begged him to be her agent, yet he had to humiliate her like this; it was too damn depressing.
Rong Yan was just about to refuse.
Unexpectedly, an even bigger bomb exploded next to her ear. âYou wonât manage her, huh? No management, we break up.â
No management, we break up!
Break up!
Rong Yan,
What was going on?
The most powerful PR boss in the circle was Lin Xinbeiâs rumoredâboyfriend?!
As Rong Yan realized this, she was completely petrified.
âWill you manage her or not? Have you thought it through? I donât have all day to wait for your decision. You have two options, either you promote my buddy.
Give her a chance. Otherwise, we break up; Iâll dump you! Itâs that simple!â
The aloof man hadnât spoken yet, but the person sitting next to her was already impatiently drumming on the table with his legs crossed.
Hearing him talk about breaking up again and again made Rong Yan want to cut him.
âYou return to the country for two days, and the first time you find me, itâs to talk about this?â The high-and-mighty man squinted, the air turning a bit cold.
Lin Xinbei rolled his eyes, unfazed like a dead pig not fearing boiling water, âWhat else would I do, find you to watch a movie, eat dinner? Donât forget, weâre still in a cold war. Iâm not here for chit-chat; are you still waiting for my apology? Dream on!ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âSo, will you do it or not? Just one word, if not, letâs drop it!â
Rong Yan, caught between the two men, really wanted to move away and make space for them.
As she was considering whether to continue being the âthird wheelâ and sit between them, the man to her right suddenly stood up, pulling away his chair.
Before he stood up, Rong Yan hadnât felt anything out of the ordinary, but as he did, his nearly 185 cm stature towering over her was overwhelmingly oppressive.
Combined with his cold aura and sharp features, he looked as if he was about to punch someone..