"Alright," Yan Huan agreed. She sat down, placed the dumplings on the table and grabbed the laptop which was showing the box office prediction for "Hello, Uncle!" But could this be predicted?
Perhaps so, it may be calculated based on the arrangements of the film and the attendance. She was bad at maths so she couldn't handle this, but Lu Yi could. Oh yes, she wanted to know about the current box office record of Su Muran's New Year film at this time.
Su Muran took the main role again. It was a comedy film. Hmm, she changed her style from ice cold to comedic.
Lu Yi washed his hands and saw Yan Huan daydreaming in front of her computer when he walked out.
He poked her face with a chopstick.
"Huanhuan."
"Hm?" Yan Huan snapped out from her trance.
"Eat." Lu Yi dangled a dumpling in front of Yan Huan with his chopsticks. She lowered her head and swallowed it. She felt like she was turning into a baby under Lu Yi's care.
