"I timed it just right to pick you up, heading back to Feisheng tonight."
Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, deliberately ignoring the man's clear desire in his eyes, opened the car door, jumped out, made a funny face at him through the window, and then quickly ran away.
Bo Yanching kept watching her go inside, elbow resting on the window ledge, lightly supporting his chin, his elegant, slender fingers rubbing back and forth on his lips, the smile in his eyes never fading, only leaving once she was out of sight.
Nan Jiaojiao's job returned to the state it was before she went to Director Chen's crew, akin to a junior assistant's role. The difference was, after going to Director Chen's, she inexplicably had many more friendly colleagues at the company.
The workplace is a nest of vanity and fame; in the entire styling team, Director Chen only extended an invitation to Nan Jiaojiao, fearing she might not attend the wrap party. No one else received this treatment.
