Qin Guan smiled. "That's it! In fact, not that many people in Asia know me. If you put aside the media and brand businessmen, my popularity is inferior compared to movie or TV stars."
"You shouldn’t only think of the present. How can you be sure that I won’t make my own destiny in the US? What's the gap between those models and me anyway? If you have enough power, race doesn’t matter."
"Besides, without the constraint of a contact, I can go to the US with no burdens after I finish Zhang Jizhong's TV series. Try not to miss me too much!"
Sister Xue’s blood started burning at Qin Guan's words. Rubbing her hands together, she said, "It’s a pity that my English isn’t good. Otherwise, I could go to the US with you. Take care when you are alone. Safety first, money second."
"Of course. Marry somebody when I leave. Find a considerate man. I think Ou Qiang would be a good choice."
Bang!
"Ouch!"