Shi Xiaotian's sensitive nerves were triggered; she felt like Long Tianjiao had silently and ruthlessly humiliated her with money.
She had a feeling that if she remained passive, Liang He would be completely snatched away.
When Liang He came out after his shower, she had the tea ready. "Brother Liang, I'm going back to my room to rest."
"Okay, go ahead."
After Shi Xiaotian left the room, Liang He, wearing a bathrobe, lay on the bed and started to look at the script.
Sipping tea while reading to stay alert.
He knew of the author Bai Zhi'an.
He had attended an award ceremony where he saw her in person, but they never spoke because Liang He had never acted in her plays.
The script was eye-catching, quite innovative.
Liang He read through the whole thing and found it much better than he had imagined.
