He was gearing up for a gentle offensive, but Qiao Xi cut him off with an indifferent tone, "Let's talk about anything you want after I finish filming."
The setting wasn't right for extensive conversation.
Qiao Xi hadn't expected Shen Dang to find his way to the film set.
Shen Dang gave her a few measured looks, "…Okay."
He would wait.
"Let's have a chat."
Chen Jiayan walked up to Shen Dang.
Shen Dang swept a cool glance over him, tilting his chin slightly, a look of unfathomable pride and nonchalance on his face.
Chen Jiayan turned around, "Let's go to the resting room."
Shen Dang lounged on the sofa, crossing his legs, "What do you want to talk about?"
One hand propping up his chin, his eyes calm, he gazed at Chen Jiayan.
"Did you make Xixi angry?"
Shen Dang suddenly snorted, "I think you don't need to ask that question anymore."
"Alright then, let me rephrase it. How did you make Xixi angry?"
