“Jieyu, are you asleep?”Zhang Xiaoyan lovingly dialed a number.
A thousand miles away.
Qin Jieyu smiled, his voice was as gentle as a willow branch in March. “Sister Xiaoyan, I’m filming in France. I have jet lag, and it’s still daytime here. I’m thinking about what gifts to bring back for you and Mei Mei. What are you busy with?”
Zhang Xiaoyan: “This child, filming is very tiring. Don’t bring me things from so far away.”
She was moved by Qin Jieyu’s gentleness, she could not help but talk about her current troubles. “I was casting for ‘the running goddess’, and in the end, those who signed up were all random little celebrities? All of them had undergone too much plastic surgery. Their chins were so sharp that they could stab someone to death. “You know that I pay the most attention to the healthy image of a celebrity. It’s best if it’s a girl like you, who is generous and sunny, who is the most suitable for our show...”
As she spoke, she sighed again.
