"Come on, come on, Su Qing, have some water, it's really hard to get a hold of you these days, Mr. Big Shot!"
In the cramped little office, Du Qiang shoved him into a chair and started fussing over him enthusiastically.
Only now Su Qing already knew what he was after; he didn't call him out, just sat there smiling, watching him put on a show.
What he really couldn't wrap his head around was why a criminal investigator like Du Qiang was suddenly dying to cameo in a drama. Was it really that irresistible?
Anyway, he himself had zero interest in acting. Otherwise, with the resources he had, breaking into the entertainment industry would be a breeze. He was a walking resource package—set up an entertainment company, groom some newcomers, follow Mimi's path, totally doable.
But for him, that sounded like way too much hassle, and he didn't have that kind of smooth, social-operator skill set.
