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Shen Wenqian asked a few more words, and Ruan Qi calmly replied.

Shen Wenqian gradually calmed down, she felt that her brain might have just been eaten by a dog.

Ruan Qi did not play the game, how could he know MYQ?

Shen Wenqian: "So, you came to Dynasty Club to...?"

“Meet a friend.” Ruan Qi replied with a smile.

Shen Wenqian had no hobby of asking people for privacy. He nodded, held the car keys and raised his feet towards the elevator.

"How about we get out through VIP?" he said while walking.

Who knows, Ruan Qi behind him suddenly said—

"No. Go through the gate."

Shen Wenqian nearly fell to the ground due to a stumble.

He turned his head to look at Ruan Qi, the horror on his face was enough to scare a three-year-old child away from crying.

"Sister," he called out, "Do you know how many paparazzi there are outside the Dynasty Hall?"

Huangchao Club was a top club in the imperial capital. Because of its privacy, business people, politicians, and celebrities like to come here for meetings or business talks.

The paparazzi couldn't get into the clubhouse, so they just squatted outside.

Maybe they can use an artist or celebrity to get in and out of the clubhouse and get gossip.

Shen Wenqian was not as famous as the celebrity, but she was a gold medal agent, and recently she had been harassing female artists.

As long as he walked out the door of the clubhouse right now, 10,000 cameras would hit him in the face.

Shen Wenqian patiently explained the unworthiness of passing through the gate to Ruan Qi .

Ruan Qi listened with a smile, then nodded slowly.

"I understand everything you say."

Shen Wenqian heaved a sigh of relief

Ruan Qi: "But I still have to go through the door."

Shen Wenqian could not catch her breath, her eyes turning black. He tremblingly pointed to Ruan Qi: "You ..."

"In your entertainment industry, there's a word called "Demam Ceng (hot), right?" Ruan Qi asked suddenly.

Shen Wenqian was puzzled by the changing nature of this topic.

Ruan Qi smiled and nodded.

Shen Wenqian's lips twitched violently, and she nearly knelt down.

“Nona Ruan, Ruan's sister, Zuzong Ruan, do you know what I'm like now?” He pointed to the black and shiny metal lampshade on the corridor wall, “My current reputation is as black as this lampshade. If you rub me, I guarantee you will be thrown by Yao Xue fans when you leave tomorrow."

Yao Xue, was the female artist who uploaded the video and cried about Shen Wenqian harassing her.

Ruan Qi glanced at the shining black metal lampshade, peach blossom eyes bending.

"Although it's dark, it's also considered famous, isn't it?"

Shen Wenqian was speechless.

With his current heat, if Ruan Qi walked out the club gate with him, he would definitely be famous.

However, as an agent, he did not want his artist to appear in public in this way.

"Miss Ruan, although black and red are also considered red (although this can make you famous) but this road is difficult. You ..."

"I have no plans to go the black and red route."

Shen Wenqian: "..then you are still?"

"Naturally I had the reason "Ruan Qi lowered her head, tidied up the tip of her skirt, and then showed her a sweet smile.

"Let's go, Manager Shen Da."

He turned to the side and gestured

"please" to Shen Wenqian—

"Trust your brother Ruan, and you will live forever."

...—*—*—...

As expected by Shen Wenqian, when he and Ruan Qi wearing masks walked out of the gates of the Imperial Hall, some shutter sounds sounded not far away.

"I'll take the car, you ..." Shen Wenqian looked around weakly and said to Ruan Qi, "You just stand here, don't answer anyone who asks you. I'll be right back."

Ruan Qi nodded obediently.

Shen Wenqian stepped away.

As soon as he walked on his front legs, a man with a camera on his back did not know where he came from_____