"Really? Can you hear my voice?" Wu Xi's voice sounded very clearly in Andre's ears.

He was looking at the light screen with confusion on his face, watching Andre click on the light screen a few times, looking blank as if he hadn't heard Wu Xi's voice.

"Can't you hear it?" Wu Xi asked with confusion on his face.

Is the signal from Rowan Galaxy so bad?

Andre fiddled with the light screen for a while, putting his ear close to the light screen as if he was listening carefully. After a few seconds, he raised his head and shook his head helplessly at Wu Xi, and then turned off the video.

Looking at the light curtain in front of him and returning to the main interface, Wuxi was a little confused.

I don’t know whether to call again or wait for Andre to reply with a video.

"What did Count Sacchetti say?" Que Fangwei, who was sitting aside, asked.

Looking up from the light screen, Fifth Xi answered the question: "The signal is not good, so I can't hear the sound."

"How about typing?" Que Fangwei suggested.

Wuxi thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's not an important matter anyway, just wait until he calls me again."

Xiao Sheng ran to the Luowen Galaxy alone. This is not an important matter, so what is the important matter?

Knowing that Wu Xi would definitely answer calmly: "My movie," Que Fangwei rationally decided not to ask the question.

"What do Jialiang say?" Que Fangwei asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Since the day before yesterday, An Jialiang has been calling him via video every day, and each time the call lasts a long time.

Basically, An Jialiang complained to him that his artists were too independent and never considered him as an agent.

Originally, Que Fangwei felt that An Jialiang was pitiful, so he would comfort him and complain about his own director.

But I couldn't bear to look for him every day, even if Que Fangwei was empty.

Besides, Que Fangwei is not free at all. He has a lot of things to deal with every day.

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"Really? Can you hear my voice?" Wu Xi's voice sounded very clearly in Andre's ears.

He was looking at the light screen with confusion on his face, watching Andre click on the light screen a few times, looking blank as if he hadn't heard Wu Xi's voice.

"Can't you hear it?" Wu Xi asked with confusion on his face.

Is the signal from Rowan Galaxy so bad?

Andre fiddled with the light screen for a while, putting his ear close to the light screen as if he was listening carefully. After a few seconds, he raised his head and shook his head helplessly at Wu Xi, and then turned off the video.

Looking at the light curtain in front of him and returning to the main interface, Wuxi was a little confused.

I don’t know whether to call again or wait for Andre to reply with a video.

"What did Count Sacchetti say?" Que Fangwei, who was sitting aside, asked.

Looking up from the light screen, Fifth Xi answered the question: "The signal is not good, so I can't hear the sound."

"How about typing?" Que Fangwei suggested.

Wuxi thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's not an important matter anyway, just wait until he calls me again."

Xiao Sheng ran to the Luowen Galaxy alone. This is not an important matter, so what is the important matter?

Knowing that Wu Xi would definitely answer calmly: "My movie," Que Fangwei rationally decided not to ask the question.

"What do Jialiang say?" Que Fangwei asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Since the day before yesterday, An Jialiang has been calling him via video every day, and each time the call lasts a long time.

Basically, An Jialiang complained to him that his artists were too independent and never considered him as an agent.

Originally, Que Fangwei felt that An Jialiang was pitiful, so he would comfort him and complain about his own director.

But I couldn't bear to look for him every day, even if Que Fangwei was empty.

Besides, Que Fangwei is not free at all. He has a lot of things to deal with every day.

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Chapter completed!