The crisp, confused voice of a child lashed at her like a whip.
Cao Yuezhi's hands trembled slightly.
She was already feeling guilty, so the draft of the script in her hands fell to the ground with a thud.
The draft papers scattered all over the ground, mixing with the pile of manuscripts on the floor. Cao Yuezhi calmed herself down and looked back. There was a little girl in green standing at the door.
A pair of big, clear eyes stood by the door obediently, staring at her without blinking. Cao Yuezhi felt inexplicably guilty.
Gu Chu's smile was simple and cute, but there was a hidden meaning in her words. "Auntie Cao, I saw you come in just now. Are you looking for Uncle Lu? But Uncle Lu is a director in the production team. He will be back very late."
For some reason, Cao Yuechi found those clear and pure eyes to be indescribably terrifying.
Those faint eyes.
It was as if they could see through all her thoughts.
