On the day of the premiere, Tang Li was dragged to the company by Ye Qian and Sister Hu before eight in the morning to get styled. The poor girl had been burning the midnight oil until four last night, and now she could barely keep her eyes open in the break room. Her head was nodding, as if she would fall asleep at any second.
The stylist felt bad for her. "Why don't we let Li Zi sleep for a bit? I can do your styling first?"
Ye Qian didn't insist. "Fine, but didn't I tell Li Zi yesterday? To get some rest early and be in her best shape today?"
Tang Li was half-asleep. "I was writing a proposal for a new variety show. I just lost track of time and stayed up too late."
She couldn't write scripts, but she was a professional proposal writer. Even though she had been bouncing between several film sets for the better part of the last six months, Tang Li had never forgotten her real job.
