When she heard this, Ling Sheng stopped breathing nervously and looked at him. "Director Chen, do you really want to rehearse?"
Chen Mo raised an eyebrow. "Why? You don't believe in my acting skills?"
Ling Sheng shook her head and stole a look at the elegant, gentle man opposite her. She hurriedly said, "No, let's do it then."
Her scalp felt a little numb. The Third Master's smile was very gentle, but sometimes, his gentle gaze was the most unpredictable. She did not know what he was thinking.
"Professor, this is my birthday gift to you." Ling Sheng's expression changed instantly, and she lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at the man in front of her. Her heart was beating like a deer's, and her face started to flush visibly.
"Put it on for me!" Chen Mo was putting on an act. He secretly paid attention to a certain someone's reaction and realized that the surrounding air was unbearably sour.
