Chai Xiyang glanced up to see her standing so far away, a flicker of darkness crossing his gaze.
"Come closer!" He instructed with a cold tone.
With no other choice, Qiao Ning complied, stopping still a couple of steps away from the office desk, however.
Chai Xiyang appraised her from head to toe, remaining silent. Qiao Ning was left bewildered by his scrutinizing looks.
Uncomfortably, she asked, "What more do you want to say?"
"Ever thought of scriptwriting?" Chai Xiyang suddenly threw out the question.
Taken aback, Qiao Ning echoed, "Scriptwriting?"
"You're most familiar with this book. You joining the scriptwriting team might yield better results. Do you want to try? This opportunity doesn't come often."
"You mean, you want me to participate in adapting the script..."
"Exactly. Only by you participating in the adaptation would we best capture the essence of the story."
