Chapter 225 - The Button On His Shirt Is The Same (2/2)

Xue’er was the one who had given him this s.h.i.+rt and he only worn it once that year.

It was at that time when he had saved an ugly and fat young girl by accident.

Could it be…

Mu Sihan left the room in a hurry and summoned Yi Fan. “Investigate everything about Nan Zhi when she was 13 and 14 years old.”

…

Delicacy was scheduled to air on Fridays and they would be able to start airing after Gu Sheng recorded the first episode under his ident.i.ty as Yannis. However, the head of the broadcasting called Nan Zhi to his office when she just arrived at work.

“President Nan called me and told me that Nan Yao and Bo Shaoxiu are about to get married. They’ll need at least half a month to prepare for the wedding. We will need to push back the first airing of both Delicacy and Dreams a little.”

Undoubtedly, Nan Yao and Bo Shaoxiu’s wedding would bring some attention. However, Nan Yao’s wedding would not be able to shake Yannis’ influence worldwide.

So why was the show pushed back?

Could it be that Nan Yao had another idea to harm her?

The head of broadcasting company stared at Nan Zhi. He actually did not understand why she was not doted on at all, when she was President Nan’s biological daughter.

“Nan Zhi, it is indeed a little too rushed for the team if you start airing next week. You can use this time to record a few more episodes and edit them properly to fight for a good start.”

Hearing his words, Nan Zhi found herself swayed. It was true, her attention had been on whether she could win over Nan Yao in the ratings after she had made that bet with her. With that, she had neglected focusing on the quality of her show.

“I understand.”

She should put her full effort into making every episode of the show a high quality episode that truly brought joy to her viewers, and not just be fixated on the ratings of the first episode.

…

In the apartment.

Auntie He, who had been convinced by Nan Zhi to stay on and take care of Xiaojie, went out to buy some groceries. Xiaojie lay on the table to draw.

‘Ding-dong.’

The doorbell rang.

Putting down his crayon, Xiaojie ran to open the door.

Standing outside the door after he opened it…

The small boy’s eyes were opened wide and his mouth formed an ‘o’ in an unbelievable expression.