She took out her phone and searched for Yan Shuang's number. After drafting a message, she sent her a message.
[Miss Yan, may I know whether you know anything about Fu Tingyu and the Little Munchkin?]
Yan Shuang had no idea of Qin Shu's real identity. To her, Qin Shu was a man who was not Fu Tingyu's brother.
Qin Shu uneasily sat in front of the desk after she sent out the message. Staring at the laptop monitor, none of the content on the monitor went into her mind.
Far out at North Star, Yan Shuang had just completed some urgent tasks. She had to go out with Fu Tingyu later in the afternoon. Considering the project they were working on together was a big one, and their cooperation, she would want to do everything herself.
Her assistant had just made her a steaming hot cup of coffee. Her phone was somewhere nearby.
