Shen Fangli found the scene beside her hilarious.
She loved liking posts that put Yan Xianjue in awkward situations.
Yan Xianjue: "..."
Seeing Shen Fangli secretly laughing beside him, Yan Xianjue quietly rolled his eyes at her.
He stoically began to salvage Lei Xuan's dignity. "It might turn out to be pretty interesting when filmed."
Shen Fangli agreed with that.
She had read the entire script, especially the revised version by Yao Weiran, and thought it was quite good.
She agreed. "It's actually fine. You just summarized it too simply."
After saying that, she nodded even more firmly. "It's all Yan Xianjue's fault!"
Yan Xianjue: "How is it my fault again?"
Watching the two of them inexplicably start bickering again, Father Shen's expression turned complicated.
He opened his mouth, but eventually closed it again.
Picking up the rice in his bowl, he began to question his life choices. Why hadn't he left with the chef?
It seemed he should not have been at this dining table.
Father Shen sighed. There were clearly three people at the table, yet he somehow felt the bleak loneliness of an empty-nest father.
Forget it, forget it. He should not meddle too much, Father Shen thought after Yan Xianjue left.
It was not because this meeting had made him especially satisfied with Yan Xianjue.
Rather, after watching Yan Xianjue leave, Shen Fangli complained about him while happily trying on clothes and taking photos of each outfit to send to Yan Xianjue. Father Shen could not bring himself to say anything else.
She was only eighteen. Being a little childish sometimes was no big deal, Father Shen comforted himself.
The somewhat childish Yan Xianjue had barely gotten into the car when he received an accusatory message from Lin Shi.
During dinner, he had felt the phone