Qin Yuji didn't really care about what emotional journey Han Yifan had gone through. By noon, when she went to have lunch at the annex building, she had already forgotten about it. After all, they just had a brief encounter at the elevator, lasting no more than two minutes.
So, when she noticed Chi Jingxuan's odd expression, she didn't think anything was amiss.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Yuji took a sip of soup, found it quite tasty, and scooped a spoonful to offer to Chi Jingxuan's mouth.
"Don't you have something to tell me?"
Chi Jingxuan opened his mouth to drink the soup and asked softly.
"No..."
Casually answering, Qin Yuji chatted away about the Hong Kong director she met in the morning.
Talented and well-connected, but his picky mouth ruins everything. Words from him instantly change their tone.
Qin Yuji finally understood why, despite Hong Kong's booming film industry, he wanted to come here and try his luck.
As they were talking, their meals arrived.
