Tang Sitian looked at the young and handsome man in front of her and sincerely smiled, "Thank you."
"It's nothing, just speaking the truth," Ren Zheng said as he ruffled her hair, "If things don't work out with President Mu, I might get a chance. I really quite like you."
Although it seemed like a confession, it didn't feel pressuring at all.
Ren Zheng leaned over to help Sitian unbuckle her seatbelt, noticing her distraction, he couldn't help but smile, "Think about it carefully when you go back. I see you're always distracted on set too, why exhaust yourself like this?"
After saying goodbye to Ren Zheng, Sitian turned and walked towards the apartment.
She had only taken a few steps before a tall figure blocked her path, and a man's gloomy voice sounded above her, "Tang Sitian, are you doing this on purpose?"
Startled, Sitian looked up to see the man's equally gloomy face, squinting and coldly staring at her.
