Returning to the upstairs, Gu Lan'an took her phone from the bed and began to send a text message to Zhao Ye. The recipient's number was still etched in her mind, but she struggled with the content. Rarely did she send a text message to Zhao Ye, so she treasured it immensely, to the point that she wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote again, repeatedly revising the short message countless times before finally settling on it.

"Zhaoye, hurry up and reply to me." Saving Zhaoye's number as Aye and placing it at the top, Gu Lan'an opened the text message again, murmuring to herself.

Feeling down, I took several days off. Even though I had already made it clear that I wouldn't be doing anything else besides refereeing for Lin Xuan as a favor in the short term, scripts kept piling up at home. Just as I returned from Lin Xuan's place, I ended up with another one in my hands.

Zhao Ye sighed and sat on the sofa, thinking of flipping through it to see if there was anything of interest, but then he heard a notification sound. Speculating that it might be Lin Xuan, he opened it to find that it was actually an unfamiliar number. The message read: "Zhao Ye, I'm Gu Lan'an. Tomorrow is my 18th birthday, and I want to celebrate it with you. Can you come? Even if it's just for a moment. My house is in the Beiyuan area, X Road, Apartment Complex X. I'll wait for you, no matter how late it is."

After skimming through the contents, Zhao Ye deleted it. Nowadays, rich people always love to invite celebrities to events, thinking that having more money means not having any important tasks and not treating others as human beings. It is truly a pity that such an outstanding mother has a son with such despicable character.

At the same time, Gu Lan'an, who was at home, was staring at her phone, watching the TV drama performed by Zhao Ye. She sneezed fiercely.

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"Secretary Zhang."

Resting his chin on his hand with boredom, Lin Xuan flipped through the documents in front of him. He yawned and closed the files. He looked over at Zhang, his secretary, who was diligently typing, and gave a wry smile. "Do I have any appointments recently?" he asked.

"Yes," Secretary Zhang stopped what he was doing and stood up when he heard the words. He picked up the schedule planner next to the computer and walked over to Lin Xuan's desk, handing it to him.

"So packed? Then how am I supposed to go out with Zhaoye?" Lin Xuan glanced at it and saw that the timing of each itinerary was very tight. He furrowed his brows and sighed, then asked Secretary Zhang, "Are there no social engagements or activities scheduled?"

"There's one that was just arranged today," Secretary Zhang said as he took out Lin Xuan's company phone from his pocket and flipped to the message page. After selecting a message, he opened it and turned it around to show him on the table. "Heng'an Group's Chairman, Gu Fusheng, invites you to attend his son, Gu Lan'an's, birthday banquet tomorrow night at 8 o'clock."

Considering the previous conflict with Heng An and Heng An Group's status, I helped you reschedule tomorrow night's plans and accepted his invitation.

"Gu Fusheng used to be very cautious about revealing Gu Lan'an's identity, so why would he suddenly want to celebrate his son's birthday? And why specially invite me? Could it be that he found out about the incident where I dealt with the person who harmed Gu Lan'an and wants to assert his authority over me?" Lin Xuan glanced at the text message, made a guess, and spun his phone around. After pondering for a moment, he casually threw the phone aside and said dismissively, "Regardless of what he's thinking, if he invites me, I'll just go. It happens to be a good excuse to take Zhao Ye out and cheer him up." After saying that, he took out his personal phone and happily dialed Zhao Ye's number.

"Do you need something?" The clear and cold voice of Zhaoye came through the phone, and Lin Xuan's heart melted as he listened. He gently asked in a soft tone, "Zhaoye, what are you up to?"

"Read the script. Do you have any business?" Knowing that he was at work, Zhao Ye had no intention of chatting with him and asked directly.