Mu Yan didn't expect Jiang Jingheng would suddenly speak, and she looked at him abruptly.
He was also looking at her, his expression calm, maintaining the gesture of handing her the thermos.
The air instantly turned frighteningly quiet.
Suddenly, Lin Jiamu's voice rang out, "Is there someone next to you?"
Mu Yan's eyelids twitched, "Mm, my agent."
As she spoke, she didn't forget to make a "shh" gesture towards Jiang Jingheng.
Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow, his lips slightly curling.
"Why is your agent at your house?"
"I wasn't feeling well and called him to bring some ginger tea over," Mu Yan explained.
Lin Jiamu seemed convinced and responded, "Mm, then you should really thank him properly."
"I know."
"Take care, let's talk again later."
"Okay."
Mu Yan hung up the phone, finally feeling relieved.
"I didn't know when I switched to being an agent," Jiang Jingheng's teasing voice came through.
