Ling Xize looked at her with disdain and tossed a pack of tissues over.
Chu Liangxia helped pat her on the back.
"Why on earth would you choose such an inauspicious script name?" Zizhuo was finally able to recover, grabbed the script, and upon seeing the three words on it, shook his head vigorously, "What's the story about?"
That actually stumped Chu Liangxia. She thought carefully and then replied with a bit of emotion, "Hard to say."
Indeed, it was hard to say; to talk about a story that was just about a cashier and a courier would be too monotonous.
"Doesn't the female lead's image differ too much from you?"
Zizhuo looked at Chu Liangxia strangely as he casually flipped through a few pages of the script.
Good grief.
This female lead was definitely a mature woman; smoking, drinking, sexy, and seductive. She was nothing like the Chu Liangxia that Zizhuo remembered, not even remotely.
"Could be worth a try,"
Ling Xize said indifferently, supportive of the idea.
