Lu Qing spread five fingers toward her, and Qin Miaomiao's eyes widened: "Five... five nights?"
Lu Qing shook his head: "Fifty."
Qin Miaomiao: .....
"Forget it, I'll just go find Ninth Uncle then. After all, it's just a cameo, a few lines, a couple of minutes tops. If Ninth Uncle doesn't want to show his face, showing just his chin would work too. Anyway, I think with Ninth Uncle's dashing good looks and his ridiculously high charisma, he could absolutely nail this badass villain role."
Lu Qing chuckled, but the smile carried a hint of coldness:
"Forty nights."
"Oh come on, actually I think Little Sixth isn't bad either. With a little polish, he'd still manage to pull off that cool aura. After all, he doesn't need to show his whole face, does he?"
"Thirty nights."
"Hmm, Little Seventh isn't terrible either. Sure, he's a bit young, but if we tweak the character into some neurotic teenager with a psychotic split personality, it could totally work."
"Twenty nights."
