The silver business car drove out of Imperial Airport, and in the passenger seat, Qiu Yuze's heart was pounding fiercely.
He knew Sister Wan was going on vacation, but he didn't know she was going with the ninth master.
Thinking about how he hadn't arranged anything and didn't know if any paparazzi had gone to Ireland to follow them, Qiu Yuze did a deep self-reflection on his work negligence.
Ye Wan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I haven't even stepped outside this week. Even if there were paparazzi, there's absolutely no way they could catch a hint of scandal about me."
Haven't stepped outside?
Playing so intensely?
His gaze slid over Ye Wan's slightly tired face and Lu Changchuan's eyes brimming with faint amusement, and Qiu Yuze felt like he had learned some extraordinary secret.
He glanced at the thick stack of script contracts in his hand, and decisively put them away.
He simply handed over the tablet, "Sister Wan, this is your upcoming work schedule."
