331 Meeting

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, Qin Xiuchen had his own studio and connections.

Since Butler Qin hadn’t been able to find out, he had to check the matter himself.

The soup outside was still boiling as he clicked on the top email.

The attached file was about 100kb. He downloaded it and glanced roughly at it. He had a good memory and hardly spent much effort memorizing lines during filming.

Although this document was very long, he read ten lines at a glance and finished it in less than ten minutes.

A few photos were attached at the bottom.

Qin Xiuchen couldn’t help but frown.

Worry flooded his heart.

After meeting Qin Ling, he had great expectations for his two sisters, but he didn’t expect to receive such content.

When someone knocked on the door outside, he released the mouse. “Come in.”

“Film Emperor Qin, how long has your soup been simmering?” The manager came in wearing an apron.

“I stewed it in the afternoon. Turn off the heat after another twenty minutes.” Qin Xiuchen opened the drawer and took out a cigarette.

Surprised, the manager stared at him. “What happened? Someone put you in a bind, or did something bad happen on Fourth Master’s side?”

“Neither. I found some information.” Qin Xiuchen turned the laptop sideways and turned to the manager. “Take a look.”

The manager pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

His eyes narrowed. “Qin Yu?”

He read slower than Qin Xiuchen but also frowned halfway through the document. “No, Xiuchen, listen to me. We can’t acknowledge this person.”

This document was surprisingly Qin Yu’s data.

The flyleaf of each page had a 129 mark. The manager had known Qin Xiuchen for many years and naturally knew his social connections.

If it was 129, it was certainly real.

The information was very detailed, including stuff like how Qin Yu never saw Qin Hanqiu after going to the Lin family’s house, and how she avoided other people at school every time…

Some information about Ning Qing was also included…

“I know.” Qin Xiuchen flicked the soot. “Xiao Ling seems to like her very much.”

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Yan Xi’s music style was changeable. Last year, it was mainly an ethnic lyrical style, but this year, it was rock and roll.

It was a big breakthrough. Qin Ran failed to receive inspiration and just crushed one paper after the after.

“Ran Ran, you’ve studied music before?” Nan Huiyao sat on the table beside her, about to call her to join a game. Seeing Qin Ran drawing notes on the paper, she couldn’t help but withdraw her gaze.

In her earphones, the boys in her class asked, “Nan Huiyao, how is it? Is Qin Ran playing?”

“Nope,” Nan Huiyao retracted her gaze and said quietly.

Class 1’s boys were taken aback. “Is she still reading?”

“No.” Nan Huiyao chose her card. “You might not believe it, but she’s writing down musical notes.”

Qin Ran wrote for a while and found it unsatisfactory.

Putting the pen down, she received a WeChat video call at this moment.

It was He Chen.