Football Field
As the vehicles ahead steadily drew closer to their destination.
Qin Liffei on the bus made one last call to Qin Zhao—a video call.
It was also a chance to chat, to say one final goodbye.
The video call connected, and Qin Zhao's voice came from the other end. "Moshi moshi!"
But the camera was pointed at the ground.
"Brother Qin, it's me," Qin Liffei said, utterly speechless at the sound of his voice.
"I know. What is it?" The noise around Qin Zhao was still quite chaotic.
He raised his phone and aimed it at his own face.
It was another filming set.
Qin Zhao was wearing a white tank top, with a white towel draped around his neck.
"Qin Zhao, are you a porter or something?" Qin Liffei looked at him.
Qin Zhao looked himself over as well, then burst out laughing. "Props, props."
"Props?" Qin Liffei chuckled. "You're playing an incompetent husband again?"
"Damn it!" Qin Zhao frowned. "I'm telling you, today I'm playing a worker who comes to repair leaking pipes."
"That damn director wanted me to play an incompetent husband that day. I nearly beat him to death."
"Under my mighty authority, they chickened out and changed my role. Today's scene is forty minutes long."
Qin Liffei burst out laughing at that. "Really? Isn't that awesome?"
Qin Zhao nodded. "Of course. The plot is ridiculously good."
"I got a call to repair some pipes. When I opened the door, the woman's husband was always away on business."
"When I went to inspect the pipes, she was incredibly welcoming. So yasashii!"
"But when she saw my muscular body, thoughts sprang up in her heart. Then she remembered that every time her husband went on a business trip, he would be gone for half a