Wen Qiao got out of the car, and as she passed the driver's side, Huo Mutian rolled down the window, "How many more days until you finish filming?"
Wen Qiao counted the days, "At most a week and we'll wrap up. Why do you ask?"
"I have some things to handle back in Beicheng tomorrow, but after that's done, I'll come over and take you out."
Wen Qiao clasped her hands in front of her, stamping her feet coyly, "Oh, how could I accept that? Mr. Huo, you're so busy. If I cause any delay to your company, I'd feel so guilty..."
Huo Mutian raised his hands in a gesture of defeat, surrendering to Wen Qiao, "I was wrong, madam, please don't disgust me right after dinner."
"First you want me to be carefree, then you ask me to be reserved, and when I am reserved, you call me disgusting," Wen Qiao sighed feigningly helpless, "Are men always this fickle?"
