The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

So now, he had no idea what the situation was like on Du Yuyi’s end.

In any case, she did not reply to messages, nor could she be found, which always made Jiang Shu wonder if the woman had gone to that so-called restricted zone by herself.

He hoped she was safe.

Hope springs eternal.

”Hello?” Jiang Shu answered the phone; it was Ray Anderson calling.

”Jiang Shu, Jiang Shu, hurry over, the whole crew is waiting for you!” The male voice on the other end sounded rough and boisterous, as if hiding a Husky in his throat.

Ray was about the same age as him, but compared to his solid and steady professional demeanor, Ray’s personality was very lively, making him easy to get along with.

”It’s only eight o’clock,” Jiang Shu checked the time, ”If I’m not mistaken, it’s Li Yuntang who’s arrived, right? So Qiu Wanying is with the crew now as well.”

”Hehe,” Ray chuckled bashfully, but a Husky’s bashful chuckle...

Is a signal of either destruction or construction.

On the first day Jiang Shu met Ray, Ray had knelt before him, tearfully recounting his two long years of unrequited love.

The object of this unrequited love was Qiu Wanying, Li Yuntang’s personal make-up artist.

Thanks to Jiang Shu, he had another chance to get close to Qiu Wanying—a whole several months of opportunities.

Yet every time he saw Qiu Wanying, Ray would deflate like a punctured ball, rapidly losing his nerve and turning into a scaredy-cat, only daring to hide behind Jiang Shu, hoping Jiang Shu would devise strategies for him.

”Ah,” Jiang Shu sighed and said, ”Alright, alright, I’m coming right now.”