But there were still some things Jing Yiren couldn't accept.
She asked calmly: "Bedroom scenes..."
"Cut!"
"Kissing!"
"None, absolutely none!"
"Physical contact!"
"At most, holding hands!"
"Make sure to clarify that in the contract!"
"Alright! No problem!" President Liu exhaled deeply, wiping away cold sweat.
This money was really earned at the risk of his life. He thought inviting a big name would bring in huge profits, but while the money came in, it also brought the equivalent of an ancestor to worship.
He absolutely couldn't afford to offend Jing Yiren.
Halfway through the banquet, Jing Yiren's phone vibrated suddenly in her small bag.
Instinctively, she pulled out her phone to take a glance.
It was a message from Lu Ming.
[The dinner's over. What time will you finish? I'll come pick you up.]
Jing Yiren's lips curved into a faint smile.
She replied with a message.
[Feeling upset. There are so many reporters here, and they keep prying about last time.]
