Zhao Mocho faced away from him, not noticing there was someone behind her.
The banquet upstairs was still ongoing, at its liveliest, while the underground parking lot was sparsely populated. Zhao Mocho's voice was particularly clear.
"Ye Shuwei is also there? The role hasn't been decided yet, right?"
Not sure what the person on the phone said, Zhao Mocho nodded continuously.
"Hmm, promise them that I'll be there tomorrow night."
Zhao Mocho had already walked to the car but didn't get in. She probably drank a few too many, resting against the car while continuing her call.
"Steal? Even if it's stolen, so what? I really have to secure this role." Zhao Mocho lowered her head slightly. Although her expression was unclear, her voice now sounded colder than before.
"Just follow my arrangement. We'll talk later. I'm hanging up."
