When the last byte was finalized, Li Jiangjiang glanced at the time. There was still half an hour before Liang Suizhao had evening classes.
"Mr. Li." Secretary Zhang knocked on the door.
"Come in."
"What's the matter?" Li Jiangjiang didn't look up and pulled up his phone to ask Liang Suichao what he was eating tonight.
"I sent an invitation to Teacher Zhao's new drama press conference."
The phone dropped to the ground and made a crisp sound. At that moment, Li Jiangjiang's mind went blank. The last memory he had was Liang Suichao's dialog box saying that she wanted to eat spicy hotpot.
Memoirs, preface, Nvnu.
Intention: If things don't go as planned, there must be other arrangements