Yan Luoxi's brow furrowed, sensing the unusual gazes around her. With an ugly look on her face, she reached out to grab Lu Zhaoran's wrist and pulled him out of the drama crew.
"Lu Zhaoran, what on earth do you want to do?" Yan Luoxi flung his hand away and asked angrily.
Lu Zhaoran, with his hands in his pockets, had a nonchalant air about him, like the ultimate playboy, "Of course, I want to properly cultivate you, Luoluo. With your looks and acting skill, why waste time and energy on such a web series?"
Yan Luoxi sneered. After all, who had driven her into a corner with nowhere to turn?
Now he comes pretending to cultivate her as if she would fall for that, as if she hadn't learned her lesson.
"You better go cultivate Lai Zhiyuan. She has more potential than I do." With that, she turned and left.
