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Whose voice was in his ears? The sound grew closer and closer, and even that image appeared in front of his eyes.

— I don't care about Qiyan Shang. Next time Sunny's design exhibition, you must accompany me. You can't miss it again.

The woman was clearly angry, yet she could do nothing about it. Her eyes were full of grievance as she looked at him, accusing him.

Three years ago, Sunny's design was launched in Italy, and Qi Yu-san promised to take her there sometime.

But she waited for him at the airport all night, not waiting for him to show up, and the last call was to say that he had had a party and had sent her off on her trip to Italy.

If you miss that one, there will be another.

However, she didn't show up this time.

Qi Yan Shang hid the deep look in his eyes, his cold face showing no signs of emotions. Gu Wen Liu wasn't an untactful person, so he didn't mention Qiao Yu Nuo. But in his heart, he felt that something was wrong. Not only did he give up on this man, he even gave up on his dream of designing for so many years?

If she was here, then it would be her, Jojino, and no one else, who would be having a good conversation with Sunny right now.

On the other side, Sunny nodded when she heard S. T. and said, "I've seen the work of your company's chief designer. I'd like to meet her personally."

Sunany, an American of Chinese descent, was also familiar with the development of domestic jewelry design. She once saw a very distinctive and meaningful bracelet on a public auction live show. The designer's name was "S. T. Jovino".

"She …" Yin Qinghuan really wanted to say, you've already met with her, moreover … Thank you for your approval.

"It's her pity that she couldn't come this time."

"It's also my regret." Sunany hopes to meet the Jojono designer in the future and believes there will be a lot of ideas between them.

Yin Qinghuan's eyes turned slightly red as she smiled.

The auction venue for the evening was the hotel meeting place they were staying at. Yin Qinghuan had put on her shoulder-revealing evening dress and high heels. Just as she was about to go out, she received a call from Joanne.

"Qing Huan, why haven't you come to the company today?"

"..." "I'm not feeling well, I'm resting at home."

No one at S.T. knew anything about the trip to Paris, and she didn't want Joanne to know that she had come to the show.

"I'm in some trouble right now, so I need your help."

The person on the other side of the phone lowered her voice. Yin Qinghuan didn't say anything as she waited for the other party to continue speaking.

"The last person is now threatening me, and wants me to pay him a million dollars as his sealed mouth fee. I don't have that much money in a short time, the old fogey wouldn't give it to me for no reason. "

Threat, silence fee, old bastard... These words rang in Yin Qing's ears, piercing her to her eardrums.

She still did not speak a word. She understood that even if she could not understand a single word at this point, she could not simply ask about it. She could only remain silent and allow the other party to continue speaking.

"Find your brother and get a million yuan. First seal that person's mouth, then think of a way to deal with the rest."

"..." "My brother?"

Yin Qinghuan knitted her brows, as if she had caught on to something important.

"That's right, he's the true beneficiary of that matter. Does he want to turn hostile after obtaining Qiao Yunuo's hands?" Although Joanne's voice was soft, it sounded somewhat urgent, as if she was afraid that someone would turn hostile.

When the woman heard this, her eyes were filled with confusion and astonishment. A chill ran through her body as she gripped her dress tightly between her fingers.

Joanne, Yin Xiangze, they...