"Why are you cursing at me? I was just trying to help by find a reference video from a master."
"..."
In the end, Sister Feiye remained silent.
Because the master in the video wasn't just taking matters into her own hands—she had let down all her defenses.
Watching this made her breathing grow a little heavy.
"Can you fast-forward? This can't be the part you wanted me to see, right?" Sister Feiye said hurriedly, her voice laced with an urgency that betrayed her flustered state.
"Yeah," Chen Jincheng grunted. This certainly wasn't what he wanted her to see. He fast-forwarded the video to the scene where the husband and son return at night.
When the actress looked at her husband and son with that subtly casual gaze and expression, he said, "See that? That's the state I'm talking about. If you can pull that off, I guarantee this ad will go viral."
"Pah!" Sister Feiye couldn't help but playfully punch his shoulder. She knew perfectly well what that look and expression implied.
