"You should go to bed now!" Su Wanwan blushed and pushed her back into the room.
"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more." Zhou Miaomiao hastily covered her mouth, "Anyway... just remember not to get pregnant, and make sure not to be late for filming tomorrow... I'm off to sleep, do as you please, whatever you want!"
She wore a look as if she understood everything, then slipped back into her room.
Su Wanwan was amused yet exasperated.
Her "sleep preaching" plan had just begun and already hit a snag... recently, she thought it best not to bother with that man.
Coping with her acting career is her current priority.
...
The next day, Su Wanwan got ready downstairs, and as soon as she walked out of the elevator, she was startled!
Outside the elevator, a man stood leaning against the wall, looking somewhat desolate, the cigarette in his hand had burned down to the end.
"...Mr. Feng?" she called out in surprise.
