Just as he reached out, Xia Siyu suddenly turned around and saw his extended hand with a slightly odd expression, "What's wrong?"
"Ah, it's nothing." Qin Baizhou quickly recovered, smiled a bit, and brushed away the stray hair on her shoulder, "Your hairstyle got a bit messy here."
Xia Siyu made an "Oh" sound, not thinking much of it. As the car drove on, Qin Baizhou asked, "The scripts that Jingjing gave you last time, have you taken a liking to any of them?"
