Qin Huan looked at Huo Jinnan, her gaze suddenly fixed.
Huo Jinnan leaned close to her ear and whispered, "A script for the two of us, performed by the two of us, watched by the two of us."
Unable to resist, Qin Huan turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Huo Jinnan said, "Huanhuan."
Qin Huan replied, "Mm."
"Call my name."
Qin Huan called, "Huo Jinnan—"
"We promised to give Yu Zimu the script before New Year's Day."
"I've seen it, it's really good."
Qin Huan clutched his shirt, "Really?"
She looked at Huo Jinnan, unsure whether her writing was any good.
Huo Jinnan tightened his belt, "Of course."
Qin Huan wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, "If it doesn't do well at the box office, don't blame me."
Huo Jinnan raised his hand and pushed her damp bangs aside, "Our money, our script, no one dares to meddle."
Qin Huan asked, "What if someone dares?"
Huo Jinnan stood there, his voice deep, "Chop their hands and feet."
