Mo Shiche turned his head away as he was struck, his finger paused on her cheek, Luo Qiangwei clenched her hand, shaking with anger, "You... what right do you have to say that?"
What did he take her for?
Even if she was nothing in his eyes, what right did he have...?
The man turned his face to the side, his gaze dark, "Luo Qiangwei."
Luo Qiangwei seemed scared by his words, holding her breath all of a sudden, but tears kept falling down as she glared at him, as if she was afraid of crying out loud.
"Take a day off tomorrow, I will speak to the director," he murmured.
Luo Qiangwei lowered her face, "I'm going to the set, that's my job, you don't need to interfere."
The man's low voice was coaxing her, "Your eyes will swell if you cry."
