His first reaction in his mind was, how did he get in?
He remembered he had locked the door.
"Yimo, is there anything you need late at night?" Li Qin'an asked cautiously. Although Bo Yimo was selected through the drama, he knew this young man had an unusual background, so his attitude naturally carried some seriousness and cautiousness.
Bo Yimo gestured to the script on the table, "Take a look."
Li Qin'an looked at it earnestly and carefully, and was greatly impressed. The plot was tense and exciting, with novel wording, was perfectly tear-jerking when it needed to be—what an excellent script. No wonder it's so popular now.
After reading this week's script to be filmed, Li Qin'an was very pleased; it was indeed well written.
"Any thoughts?" Bo Yimo's expression was indifferent, and under the light, he seemed to be wrapped in a thin layer of gauze, which accentuated his handsome, carefree aura, his well-defined features perfectly exquisite, making every glance astonishing.
