"Stop smoking. You still need to record an album tomorrow, and the DEMO for a movie title. You'll wreck your throat if you continue to smoke."
He threw her a sidelong glare, quietly fished out another stick from the cigarette box, and took a drag after lighting it.
The weak flame from the tip might be faint, but it lit up his pair of cold eyes.
She did not know what to do with him.
Squatting before him, she said patiently, "Xingze, you can always talk to me if you are unhappy. You don't have to torture yourself in this way."
He kept his mum and treated her like air.
She was embarrassed but could do nothing about it.
She had been working for him for years, yet she knew very little about him.
From what she knew, he was extremely sentimental.
Unlike other stars who changed their assistants one after another, he only had two of them since his debut.
