After a long hesitation, Qiao An's eyes flickered with intelligence. "I can be a screenwriter, but I have conditions."
"Tell me." In order to create a chance for Huo Xiaoran and Qiao An to be alone, Huo Zhou went all out.
"You have to be responsible for my safety," Qiao An said.
Huo Zhou looked at Huo Xiaoran and asked him with his eyes, "Why do I feel that she's a little mentally unstable?"
Huo Xiaoran frowned and carefully examined Qiao An. He was afraid that Qiao An would have a mental breakdown.
As far as he knew, the symptoms of such fantasies were the late stages of depression.
"Okay." Huo Zhou really treated Qiao An as a lunatic at this moment. He tried his best to go along with her. As for whether he should send someone to protect her, that was another matter.
Qiao An breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I agree to your request."
For some reason, Huo Zhou regretted it.
