The assistant was shocked, "Why?"
Isn't Movie Star Ji quite close with their beloved Jiang God? Why wouldn't he want to be a guest?
Wen Rang bit into his green vegetables and mumbled vaguely, "Chen Xin didn't give a reason, just that Movie Star Ji wouldn't agree. He's probably busy with something."
The assistant sighed sadly, "That's such a pity."
Outside the door, Jiang Yisheng looked despondent, his aquamarine lips tightly pressed.
He wouldn't come to his tour. Maybe, this is for the best, for everyone.
He strained to stretch his lips into a smile, but it was tinged with a heartbreaking bitterness.
Jiang Yisheng stretched out his hand to take off his wristwatch, glanced at it, and then steeled his heart to throw it into the trash bin nearby.
Following that, he pushed open the door to the conference room, his spirited exit shadowed by a trace of solitude.
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