When Song Ye’an, who was standing next to Song Yun’an, heard what Ruan Shishi said, his usually calm face instantly morphed into one of worry. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he didn’t make a sound.
On the other side of the phone, Ruan Shishi said, “I think so. Yun’an, do you know of any part time jobs that only require you to work on weekends? It would be best if it’s one with high pay.”
“Let me think…” Song Yun’an tilted her head sideways and thought about it. Suddenly, she thought of something and said, “I have a friend that has just opened a bar and they’re looking for an in-house singer. The pay is pretty high. Shishi, I remember you participated in the campus singing competition during our time in university…”
Before Song Yun’an could finish her sentence, a big, bony hand had reached out and snatched her phone away from her.
After she came back to her senses, she looked at Song Ye’an and shouted, “Ye’an, why did you take my phone away?!”
At that moment, Song Ye’an who always had a gentle expression on his face looked gloomy; he reached out one hand to cover the receiver as he stared intently at Song Yun’an. With a serious look on his face, he said, “Don’t give her those lame ideas. I’ll talk to her.”