She tossed the bag in her hand onto the round table, leaned back against the chair, and looked across at him unhurriedly.
"Second Master Du, did you need something from me?"
Du Jingzhou discreetly took a sniff.
There was a faint orchid fragrance in the air.
It seemed An Jin really hadn't found the wrong person.
His eyes flickered briefly. He raised his chin and gestured. "Have some tea."
Su Qiao glanced at the small teacup on the tea table in front of her but didn't touch it. "Just say what you want."
Du Jingzhou didn't mind. He gently set down the cup in his hand. "I heard you were fired from the production?"
Su Qiao crossed her legs, propped one hand on the armrest, and raised a brow indifferently. "Second Master, you're pretty well-informed. That's right, I was fired."
"You disagreed with the screenwriter?" Du Jingzhou's gaze lingered on her face.
Seeing her from this close, she looked even more similar.
At least seven-tenths of her features resembled hers.
But the differences were also more obvious.
The woman before him radiated mature charm from head to toe. Every gesture carried a uniquely captivating air of nonchalance.
Even sitting there casually, in a manner that was hardly dignified, she was enough to make people unable to look away.
What a temptress!
Du Jingzhou didn't want to admit that he had truly been bewitched. His heartbeat had actually begun to speed up without him realizing it!
It was even more intense than when he had first arrived in Sea City, wielding a knife and leading a group of Little Brothers into a brawl.
Even so, his expression remained as calm as a stagnant pool.
Everything had to wait until it was confirmed before he could act.
Su Qiao brushed back the