Mo Shiqian watched her retreating figure, his eyes narrowed and his husky voice still apparent, "Aren't you supposed to wait for Jiang Song's movie to start shooting?"
"Bored to death."
Chi Huan went to the bathroom to freshen up, then changed into a different outfit in the dressing room and applied delicate makeup, her eyes enchanting and her lips rosy and teeth white.
When she got up, the man naturally did too.
By the time she finished fiddling with her makeup, the noodles Mo Shiqian cooked for her had turned mushy.
Usually, she ate breakfast right away and would return to do her makeup after dining, but when he cooked the noodles and went upstairs earlier, she had impatiently replied that she would eat when she was done.
He made a simple toast again, but Chi Huan glanced at it and said indifferently, "I don't feel like eating toast today. I'll just grab something on the way to the office."
Having said that, she walked towards the entryway.
