"What's wrong with me?" David Locke smirked.
Mary Scott glared at him, "The production team will soon leave for the capital to record the rest of the show, don't mess around."
"I privately believe you're the one who started it first." David Locke didn't let go of Mary Scott, leisurely gazing into her eyes as he spoke.
Mary Scott thought for a moment, and it seemed to be true. Even if she started it, she didn't expect things to develop in this direction. She looked embarrassed, "Let's talk about this later, let's pack our bags first, otherwise, we might be late."
"Alright, but when we get back, you have to give me a chance to prove myself." The more anxious Mary Scott became, the less hurried David Locke was, speaking leisurely.
