Shen Fangli gave a delicate, spoiled hum. You're clearly a big bad wolf, yet you pretend to be a little lamb every day.
Yan Xianjue raised an eyebrow. We're barely at the starting line, Little Student Shen.
Shen Fangli decided not to take that bait. Prompted by the intuition of a small animal, she had a lingering sense that delving into the subtext of that remark would lead to grave danger.
She finished feeding the horse and wiped her hands. Why didn't you ask why I'm skipping class today?
Yan Xianjue asked, Did I even need to ask?
Zhuang Yushu is someone I found, so of course he reported to me when he suspended his classes. I knew a bit earlier than you did.
Shen Fangli gave her own head a vexed knock. That makes total sense. I actually forgot about that.
I didn't expect to join the cast so soon. I'm so nervous. She puffed out her cheeks, complaining unreservedly in front of her boyfriend.
Zhuang Yushu said you learned very well, and he took you through a lot of the scenes in advance.
It doesn't matter. Even if I act badly, it's fine. Worst-case scenario, I'll just make Lei Xuan rewrite the script!
Pfft. Something about that remark struck Shen Fangli's funny bone. She reached out a finger and poked Yan Xianjue in the chest. Search your conscience—does it hurt?
Yan Xianjue replied, Capitalists have no conscience.
Laughing, Shen Fangli covered her face. Fine. To prevent my boyfriend from turning into an unscrupulous capitalist, I'll work hard.
Come to think of it, Lei Xuan's script has been heavily revised by Yao Weiran. It's already unrecognizable compared to the version we first looked at.
Yao Weiran had indeed sent it to him, but he hadn't bothered to read it.