Hua Zi laughed heartily, "Director Mu, do you have a moment now? I'd like to discuss something about the screenplay with you."
Mu Anran was pregnant, so she was particularly sensitive to all kinds of smells.
When Hua Zi spoke, the scent of his cologne hit her head-on, making her stomach feel a bit uncomfortable.
"Screenplay?" Mu Anran gave Hua Zi an extra glance, "Such matters should be directed to Director Wang. I'm just an assistant director; I might not be of much help."
As she said that, she was about to close the door.
But before the door could close, Hua Zi swiftly stuck a hand in to block it, "Director Mu, I've already said I'm here to consult you. Why don't you let me in first? I believe that once I'm inside, you definitely won't be disappointed."
As Hua Zi spoke, he licked his lips in a particularly suggestive manner.
Mu Anran was immediately dumbfounded.
Fuck!
Was this a blatant quid pro quo?
