During the Western-style dinner, Lan Yiming gave her a big bunch of red roses, which she accepted with a smile, hugging them to her chest and chatting away without a care for the paparazzi that followed.
After dinner, Lan Yiming suggested going for a drive along the riverside, and Luo Qiangwei didn't refuse. These past couple of months she had actually been quite listless, hardly doing anything besides going to the Film and Television City.
The night view of Huajiang was beautiful. Lan Yiming drove his sports car, occasionally glancing at the beautiful woman propping her head up in the passenger seat, lost in thought. "Qiangwei, do you have any plans for the future?"
Luo Qiangwei tilted her head, her long hair blown by the wind brushing against her cheeks. "Plans for the future... I haven't thought about it yet, I might continue acting. It's quite interesting."
