"Yes." Finally hearing Cen Jin let out a breath, Liu Zhiyan stood up happily and replied.
After finishing up what they were doing, it was already ten minutes later. The two packed up, put on their coats, grabbed their bags, and bid farewell to Cen Jin, leaving the studio together.
At ten-thirty, the phone on the table suddenly rang. It was Jiang Baizhou calling. Cen Jin put down her pen, smiled, and answered. Before she spoke, a pleasant and familiar male voice came through the phone: "Still not off work?"
"Still at the studio! I want to finish the last bit of the process, probably will be done around eleven something!" Cen Jin looked at the time on the computer, calculated, and tentatively asked, "Are you coming to pick me up?"
"Hmm, I'm about to head out."
Cen Jin smiled knowingly, "Ah, by the way, I'm a bit hungry. Could you bring me some food when you come? I'm starving."
"Okay, what do you want to eat?"
"I want both barbecue and beef noodles."
"Hmm, got it."
