If we can't have dinner together, exchanging WeChat messages might be enough.
Watching He Yuan walk away arm in arm with Ning Youguang, Ma Zhou regrettably thought.
"Mr. Ma." The director emerged from backstage, "Have the teachers left?"
"They've gone." Ma Zhou yawned.
During the recording, the tea was just for show, and the incense was meant to keep us alert.
Once everyone departed, his mind started to relax.
With his mind relaxed, he felt a bit tired mentally.
Age was catching up; fatigue came more easily.
"Such a goddess, and you didn't invite her for a meal?" The director teased Ma Zhou.
"I did, but she refused." Ma Zhou replied lazily, "The goddess doesn't eat dinner."
"..." The director touched her empty stomach, "From today onward, I won't have dinner either."
It's too scary.
She had just planned to visit that spicy hotpot place she'd been eyeing for a while.
The beauty is so slim yet dieting, she really couldn't indulge with her short stature.
