"How come you're still not asleep?"
"Can't sleep." Gu Yunbo sat cross-legged on the chair opposite her. "Still working on the script?"
"Yeah!" Sheng Ning frowned in frustration. "I don't know how to compose, so I still need to find a composer."
"That's easy. In Country M, as long as you've got money, there's nothing you can't get done." This was a capitalist country where money was king.
"But my standards are very very very high. At the very least, it has to be a master-level person."
"Then don't look at me. I only know masters at fighting, want one of those?"
Sheng Ning was amused by her. "Ai! Tell me, what exactly is your relationship with Meng Fan?" She put down the pen, propped her chin with her hand, and stared fixedly at Gu Yunbo.
She'd always been curious about Gu Yunbo's relationship with Meng Fan, but they weren't that close before, so she hadn't had the nerve to ask. Now the timing, place, and people were all just right, so she finally asked.
