"I've always been like this." Shi Lan raised her eyebrow.
"At least you're straightforward. I hate those who proclaim themselves as just but are hypocrites at heart, outwardly gold but rotten inside," Deng Cong huffed.
"That's where you misunderstand me, Director Deng. I tailor my words to the audience; however, what you see is genuinely who I am."
This time, Deng Cong also raised his eyebrow. The girl seemed unafraid of his displeasure.
"Since you've shown your true colors, I'll show my cards too. I'm willing to take on your movie, but there's one condition," Deng Cong shifted to a more comfortable position and ordered some tea for Shi Lan. "Since you've already stabbed me with my son's issue, it's only fair that you solve the lingering problem."
"You mean, your wife?" Shi Lan guessed.
