The clothes she wore, the bag she held, the jewelry adorning her, and the refined makeup on her face imbued great self-confidence in her. She unhesitantly opened the door and stepped through it. Then, she flung her designer bag on the table and sat down with her legs crossed.
"Luo Lin, what's your reply after thinking about it?" She simply asked, with great disdain on her smirking red lips and her eyes.
"Well, what does Miss Sun mean? I don't quite understand."
Luo Lin clearly knew what Sun Yuhan was asking, but she pretended to not understand, and would continue to do so.
Sun Yuhan glanced at her nails that were recently manicured. Her sneer was more mocking than ever when she said, "Luo Lin, you don't want to shoot the series anymore, is that it?"
"No, we're still working on it."
Luo Lin deliberately misinterpreted what Sun Yuhan meant.
