Fu Sichen's gaze fell on the script in Jiang Mian's hands, knowing it was for an upcoming shoot.
The script was so precious and cherished by her, the A4 paper was filled with colors from various highlighters and densely packed notes.
Suddenly, Jiang Mian thought of something, got up, and pulled out a dark green cheongsam from underneath her luggage, its hand-embroidered patterns vividly lifelike.
Before long, she emerged from the bathroom, barefoot, her slightly disheveled hair enhancing her graceful figure, exuding an indescribable charm and allure.
A flicker of emotion passed through Fu Sichen's deep black eyes as he set down his notebook and stood up.
Jiang Mian leaned against the wall, her red lips lifted in a smile, her tone playful as she twisted the end of her sentence, "Mr. Smith, long time no see."
