Jing Xiaocha was worried that Wen Jin's food would get cold, so she ate quickly.
Every time Wen Jin brought a spoon to her mouth, she would eagerly eat it, and after seeing her eat half a bowl like this, Wen Jin couldn't help but say, "Don't rush, eat slowly. I'm not going to fight you for it."
"..."
Jing Xiaocha swallowed the porridge in her mouth, chuckled, and said, "I'm really afraid you might fight me for it later."
"How much of your script is still not revised?"
Wen Jin smiled indulgently, trying to distract her by chatting.
Jing Xiaocha shook her head. Mentioning the script and novel made her feel frustrated, and the smile faded from her face as her lips pouted slightly. "There are still a few episodes left. I was planning to finish them in the next few days, but my arm is not cooperating."
"You should cherish your arm for now. It's better to not work for a while than to exhaust it completely."
Wen Jin teased with a smile.
