Fu Wenze stayed quiet. After finishing their food, they returned to the set.
Song Ci said goodbye and headed to the gym with Yang Haoran.
Fu Wenze could not hide his annoyance and ended up frowning.
Song Ci saw his reaction. She muttered in a confused tone, "Brother Yang, he seems to be angry again. What's wrong?"
Yang Haoran could not figure it out either.
"I don't know. We've already treated him to dinner. It should make up for what happened this afternoon, right? Was it because I've eaten too much? That can't be…"
When Song Ci heard that, she looked at Yang Haoran's chubby appearance and laughed. He had eaten an entire stew pot and two chicken drumsticks!
However, when Song Ci thought of Fu Wenze again, she let out a sigh.
"He's such a difficult person to understand."
"As long as he doesn't hate you and cause trouble, it'll be fine. We don't need to worship him!"
