The sudden stop of the call made Russell frown.
"Russell?" Yamilet called him again.
Russell looked up and glanced at her indifferently. He put away the phone and said coldly, "What's it?"
Yamilet handed him an exquisitely packaged box and said in a low and somewhat embarrassed voice, "I had nothing to do at home, so I made some pastries for you."
"That's it?" Russell did not move and looked up at her.
Yamilet felt nervous. She clenched the box tightly and said in a low voice, "No. I want to ask about my work."
Russell said faintly, "Don't worry about the things on the Internet. Leave your Twitter to your agent. In a few days, someone from Leayon Entertainment will come to you to sign the contract. When the time comes, cooperate with the propaganda."
Yamilet was delighted.
She reco
