Xu Qingyan stopped at the hotel entrance and looked up at the high autumn sun, muttering to himself.
"Is the production team so stingy? Can't they arrange a better hotel?"
Pei Muchan had been severely carsick on the way there but looked much better after resting in the suite for a while.
She hadn't worn much makeup today, just eyeshadow that made her eyes shine. She had on a black mask, revealing only a pair of clear, beautiful eyes.
She wore a light blue thin jacket over a fitted white long-sleeve shirt. Her pale jeans hugged her perfectly, outlining a rounded behind.
Although it was just a casual outfit, showing no sign of a major star, her tall frame and long, even legs still turned heads.
"What's so strange about that? They didn't invite me for my fame," she glanced at Xu Qingyan beside her and seemed unfazed.
