Upon seeing Zhang Haiyang, Han Qiaoyun knew that the cooked duck was about to fly away.
With a forced smile, Han Qiaoyun greeted Zhang Haiyang as if nothing happened.
"Zhang Haiyang, so you're here too."
If it weren't for Zhang Haiyang's other identity, Han Qiaoyun wouldn't have given a mere agent like him a glance.
Zhang Haiyang flashed a bold smile, looked at Han Qiaoyun gently, then turned his gaze to Cheng Xiaoyu.
"We're in the Rich People's private room with Sister Jiang. President Han and Xiao Yu, would you like to join us to celebrate Sister Jiang's new drama wrapping up?"
Han Qiaoyun raised his eyebrows and looked at Cheng Xiaoyu.
"Do you want to go?"
Cheng Xiaoyu pressed her lips and gave a faint smile.
"Forget it. I've never gotten along well with Sister Jiang. Even if I go to congratulate her, they might think I have bad intentions."
"Just like this time, after Tian Tian left the dinner table she disappeared, and others thought I pulled some trick."
