Xia Wenqing gave Xia Wen Yan a cool look. "Once you weed out the crazy fans, there's not much of a queue, is there?"
"Older brother!!!"
"Mmm, I'm here."
"..."
In the evening.
Lu Zhaozhao headed to a hotel that was closest to the film crew's location.
When she reached the room, she saw Song Sinian seated on the living room sofa, working on his laptop.
His hair was still damp, seemingly fresh from a shower.
"Why didn't you dry your hair?"
As soon as Lu Zhaozhao walked through the door, she embraced Song Sinian from behind the sofa.
Resting her chin in the nape of his neck and inhaling his fresh scent, Lu Zhaozhao immediately felt invigorated.
She looked at Song Sinian with a beaming smile and kissed him on the cheek.
Song Sinian lifted his hand to rub her head, his tone flat, "Haven't gotten around to it yet."
"..."
Lu Zhaozhao frowned with suspicion, feeling that lately, Song Sinian had been quite distant with her.
