She stood still, and Mo Shiqian had already walked up to her.
His tall figure overshadowed her entire being.
The man's thin lips curved into a faint smile, "I thought you would be busy until the early morning to avoid me."
"It's not like I'm filming; it's just making money. There is no need to work day and night. I don't have parents with serious illnesses that I need to work myself to the bone for," she said in a casual, lazy tone, tilting her head to look at him, "As for you, you drop me off in the morning, pick me up in the evening... It's still early now, are you planning not to work after you leave Clod—Summer?"
Mo Shiqian reached out and took her hand, pulling her towards the parked car, his voice unruffled, "Otherwise, how about in the future I work and earn money, and you, apart from the plays you like, don't take any other jobs?"
Chi Huan tried to pull her hand away, unsuccessfully.
