Mu Qiu thought, if she were Mao Dodo, she'd already be too frustrated to write.
The thought made her happy.
Happily got off the car, happily took Cheng Zhirang's arm into the house, happily called Zhao Yu.
Cheng Zhirang didn't quite understand why her expression changed so frequently, but seeing her so happy, he could only lower his eyes with a smile and shake his head.
He followed her up to the second floor, watching her flit like a butterfly to the big balcony, dive into the sofa to make a call, and even beckon to him while waiting for the call to connect.
"Come and keep me company."
Cheng Zhirang was willing to indulge her, borrowed her tablet, and sat on the other end of the long sofa looking at the script.
Mu Qiu was at the other end, swinging her feet and whispering to Zhao Yu.
"Seriously, for the first time, it feels amazing to speak sarcastically."
