Qiao Man's idea, Nan Jiaojiao was aware of it; she's not stupid. If she doesn't quickly clarify, should she just sit back and let herself be used?
The man in the café, whether in dress or demeanor, was very similar to Mo Tingshen, with the same thin-framed glasses; he had a familiar aura.
If you can't get the real deal, is finding a substitute also an option?
She really couldn't understand the mindset of these obsessive people.
Nan Jiaojiao carried the coffee back, Su Miaotong was almost done with work, she took the cup Nan Jiaojiao handed over, without looking at the flavor, she inserted the straw and took a sip.
She sighed heavily: "Back to life."
Nan Jiaojiao glanced around, "Is everything done?"
"I checked twice, nothing's amiss. If recently my work focus wasn't all on the film crew, my employees wouldn't have made mistakes."
Su Miaotong was temporarily called out by the company from the film crew.
