Liang Zixuan opened the door and turned to smile at him. "I remember that."
Han Yuanjun looked back at her and smiled charmingly. His heart immediately turned into a puddle of water as he saw her smiles. He couldn't be softer than that. He lifted the corner of his mouth and sent her a flying kiss.
Liang Zixuan's face tilted slightly, as if she had been kissed by him. She smiled at him. "Can I leave now?"
Han Yuanjun smiled and nodded. "Yes."
• • • •
After getting off work and on her way home, Liang Zixuan suddenly received a call from the organizer of the Venice Film Festival.
The other party spoke politely. "Excuse me, am I speaking to Liang Zixuan?"
Liang Zixuan nodded. "Yes, I am. May I ask who you are?"
"Oh, I'm the person in charge of the Venice Film Festival. May I ask if you have time for this festival this Friday night?"
Liang Zixuan blinked and replied, "Yes."
"Alright, I understand. Thank you."
