"We've got money," Yi Ling said as she kissed the card in her hand. Twenty thousand dollars was a lot of money for them.
Yan Huan lowered her head and gently patted Little Bean's head with her fingers. Little Bean lay down in her master's arms quietly, she was feeling too lazy to even meow.
There was no time to rest and they were already on their way to the studio.
Taking off her shoes, Yan Huan put her legs on the seat of the car. She couldn't help thinking of the meeting in the morning, she had no idea whether it was their ill-fated relationship or something else.
The car was moving fast but smooth, she thought for a while then drifted off. When she woke up, she was completely out of it and didn't know what she had thought about.
It was almost noon when they arrived.
Yan Huan went to the studio with Little Bean in her arms, she wanted to know how the shooting was going on. She could learn from others by inspecting their acting.
