But she didn't show any emotion on her face at all.
"Oh, right, Miss Li, there's also an apology letter from the director here for you. He hopes you can find time to read it. The matter about you stepping down, it was indeed his fault."
"What? He didn't come over?"
"...That's not exactly the case; he's just outside. He'll probably come in with the camera in a little while."
"Okay."
Li Xingwan took the letter and walked over to the dining table. She placed the letter aside. "Come, Little Mobao, let's start our meal."
"Okay!" Little Mobao sat down, and Fu Chengzhou took his seat on the other side of Li Xingwan, close to her.
The production team was considerate after all. The dining table was modestly arranged with a layer of red rose petals scattered on top. Along with the candlelight and such, the setting looked very picturesque.
"Come, my wife," Fu Chengzhou opened the red wine next to them, poured a glass for Li Xingwan and another for himself.
