Sang Qian realized belatedly that she had been too direct under her impatience. Of all the surnames, she had to ask about Song, naturally arousing suspicion.
She feigned guessing, "Could it be Li? Or is it Zhao?"
Ji Chengzhou watched Sang Qian's attempt to appear calm and perform in front of him, and he couldn't help being somewhat amused. He lowered his gaze, hiding the thin smile that appeared at the corner of his eyes, "You haven't met him."
In Ji Chengzhou's mind, she hadn't met Song Shijing either.
His answer was as good as none.
But Sang Qian didn't dare to ask further; dwelling too much on the question might lead to unwanted speculation.
When Sang Qian arrived at the film set, she was somewhat distracted, her mind occupied with who she was meeting that evening.
Could it be Song Shijing?
If it were Song Shijing, what should she do?
"Sang Qian?"
