Jiang Leyi arrived at the door to Jiang Nanshu's room.
Raising her hand, she knocked. After about ten seconds, the door opened.
"Why have you come over?"
It was Jiang Leyi's first visit to Jiang Nanshu's place. The room was somewhat smaller than hers. She frowned, "Nannan, why don't you move over to my place? The ventilation in here isn't very good through the window."
"It's not that much trouble. I'm only staying for half a month before leaving, and you'll be here for a bit longer than me."
"Alright then."
"What did you want to see me about?"
Hearing this, Jiang Leyi handed Zhou Zhenghui's business card to Jiang Nanshu, "Nannan, this person wants me to act as his daughter and put on a play in front of his wife, who seems to be ill."
"I don't know whether to agree. Deceiving someone is wrong, but I'm afraid I'd feel guilty if my refusal were to lead to his wife's demise."
She paced to the sofa and sat down, resting her chin on her hands with a troubled expression.
