"You want to hire me to be a scriptwriter?"
In the small rented room, Hu Bei sat shyly across from Fang Mo'er and carefully handed her a glass of water.
The furniture in the living space was very simple and crude. Hu Bei suddenly felt as if he was being neglectful of the female celebrity in front of him.
What was even more unexpected to Hu Bei was that she had actually invited him to be a scriptwriter?
"But I'm not famous at all, and I haven't even officially studied to be a screenwriter."
Originally, Hu Bei had wanted to enroll in a screenwriting course, but because his family was poor, he had chosen to work for a year before attempting to apply for university the following year.
"Haven't you studied it on your own? Just treat it as practice. I can provide you with a platform. You just need to focus on writing."
Fang Mo'er took a sip of tea and smiled at him.
