It felt as if a big fly was buzzing around his ears, incessantly noisy and impossible to get rid of. Chi Jingxuan was thoroughly annoyed and turned his head, only to catch Qin Yuji stifling a laugh. Before he could express his grievances, a familiar scene flashed in his mind.
Chi Jingxuan paused his steps, looked at the man with the little mustache who had caught up with him, and politely asked, "What should I call you, sir?"
"My name is Janice."
Seeing Chi Jingxuan inquire, the little mustached man named Janice was overjoyed, thinking he might have changed his mind.
Chi Jingxuan asked earnestly, "Janice, if I join your company as the chief male model, how much could I earn each year?"
Janice displayed a look of "you absolutely wouldn't expect" surprise.
