Mu Qiu didn't plan to interfere with whatever decision he was going to make; she only wanted him to consider it clearly.
She nodded, "The script is good. If he decides to join the group as a screenwriter, I'll avoid him when I visit the set."
She was truly making an effort to give him a sense of security.
Cheng Zhirang laughed, "Alright, thank you for understanding the petty thoughts of a boyfriend."
Mu Qiu leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.
He spoke of petty thoughts, yet he always appeared so gentle and elegant, not at all matching the meaning of those words.
Assistant Liang kept his gaze steady, concentrating on driving as he took them back to the villa.
Recently, Cheng Zhirang had been living here, so Assistant Liang was already familiar with the route.
Cheng Zhirang carried the mailbox upstairs, while Mu Qiu rushed ahead, running up the stairs and leaving a remark before entering the room.
"I'll shower first; feel free."
