"What does it have to do with you?" Liao Kexin glanced at him, frowning in displeasure.
The man before them was the male lead of the web drama they were temporarily making cameo appearances in.
But as the male lead of a short, fast-paced web drama, he carried less weight than even a minor supporting character in some serious productions. In reality, he was just a student with a bit of experience filming web dramas.
The key was that he fancied himself devastatingly handsome and had repeatedly come over to strike up conversations.
"It really has nothing to do with me." The young man smiled. "I'm just reminding you that a show is a show, and reality is reality. Don't get so caught up in the role that someone tricks you. Don't look at how I casually talk about tens of billions in the drama—I honestly want to laugh every time. It's way too absurd, you know?"
Liao Kexin exchanged a glance with her senior, both too lazy to pay him any attention.
Yet the young man acted as though they were old friends. He directly found a small stool nearby, sat down, and began sharing his thoughts on the drama.
"By the way, what year are you girls in?" he asked.
Liao Kexin and her senior pretended not to hear him, continuing their own conversation without responding.
The young man smiled and didn't seem to mind.
"You little girls... Oh, right, that Young Master Zhang you were just talking about... who is he? Hiss... Don't tell me you met him at a nightclub?"
He tossed out the remark casually.
But his words seemed to strike a nerve with Liao Kexin, and she became annoyed.
"Watch what you say!"
"Uh... did I guess right?" The young man blinked, then laughed