On the other end of the line, the call lasted less than ten seconds before she hung up. Lu Xize stared at his phone, stunned, for quite a while.
Chu Yao's tone had sounded incredibly distracted, as if he had interrupted her.
'But it's so late, she can't possibly be filming. What could I have interrupted?'
Lu Xize's expression soured. When he later learned the reason from He Qiao, Mr. Lu felt like he had shot himself in the foot.
Because, as it turned out, he was the one who had helped her choose this very script in the end.
Although he had initially scorned every script Chu Yao brought to him, once the joking was done, he had still helped her pick one out—this exact historical drama.
Lu Xize was speechless. 'Am I not as interesting as a script?'
'It's just a part-time job. Does she have to be so serious about it?'
'Her main job is being Mrs. Lu, isn't it?'
Lu Xize shook his head, tossed his phone aside, opened his laptop, and got to work.
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