The name Lin Yousu rang a bell. It was vaguely familiar, but Pei Zhen couldn't remember where he had heard it before.
Pei Zhen wasn't the only one who was confused— even Fu Sichen didn't recognize who the name belonged to. Fu Sichen frowned, before looking at the hopeful expression in Wang Youquan's eyes. He wanted to see if he could get a hint from his manager.
"Who's Lin Yousu?"
Wang Youquan almost fainted.
"It's that little fox's… Um… Pardon my French… The Persian cat's previous owner." After feeling depressed for a little bit, Wang Youquan still did his job dutifully. "Did you forget already? You basically demanded the Persian cat from her."
Demanded…?
Fu Sichen had to think hard before he vaguely recalled the incident. Okay, so he might have been a little stubborn…
"Oh." Fu Sichen's voice sounded distant, "Did they say how they wanted the game trailer to be filmed?"
