Lin Jiao looked into his eyes and suddenly felt that his acting skills were better.
She snorted. "You're not being serious enough!"
Pei Zhi fought back the urge to burst out laughing.
He rubbed the top of her head and said gently, "Don't be angry. I promise I won't talk to them."
"What else?"
"I won't even look at them."
"That's better." Lin Jiao raised her chin at the table and called out, "I want to eat oranges. Peel one for me."
"Alright." Pei Zhi wanted to stand up.
He glanced at the actress indifferently and said in a different tone, "Please make way."
"I'm sorry." After saying that, she left awkwardly, not in the mood to chat.
Perhaps because she had told some of the other actresses about this, there were clearly fewer women who came to talk to Pei Zhi.
Lin Jiao was more and more into her role. She was just short of asking Pei Zhi to hold the loudspeaker and apologize.
