"Try this. Top-grade pu'er." Xiao Mo pushed a cup of clear, amber tea toward Wang Xiaoliang.
Wang Xiaoliang picked it up and took a sip. The tea was rich and fragrant, and its warmth slid down his throat into his stomach.
"I don't know much about tea. I just think it tastes really good," Wang Xiaoliang said honestly.
Xiao Mo poured himself a cup too. "Zijin's script is good. We can officially start recording tomorrow."
Wang Xiaoliang set down his cup. "Thanks for all the trouble, Xiao Mo."
"Of course." Xiao Mo leaned back in his chair and looked at Wang Xiaoliang. "Brother, honestly, I'm quite curious about you. Yesterday, Zijin said your opinion was what mattered most on this. I thought, anyone who can get a woman like Wei Zijin to do whatever he says must be someone special."
"It's not a matter of one of us doing what the other says. Zijin and I discuss everything. We never force each other."
"And we're both very supportive of each other."
"So what did you do before? Are you going to help Zijin full-time now?"
"I used to run a supermarket. It happened to close down, so the timing was a coincidence. I don't have anything else to do right now anyway."
"Brother, you're so lucky it makes me envious!"
Wang Xiaoliang felt that Xiao Mo thought he was living off his wife.
He felt a little uncomfortable, but then he thought that he really would be, or at least working for her.
When Xiao Mo saw Wang Xiaoliang fall silent, he understood.
"Brother, you thought I meant you were living off Zijin, didn't you? Wrong. Besides, never feel ashamed of helping and supporting your wife. That's a completely different thing from living off her. When one spouse goes out