Ying Qianxi looked at Huang qingdie, who had followed behind her, and the corners of her mouth curled into a smile.
He was already an otherworldly beauty, and when he smiled, it was as if he was bathing in the spring breeze, as if he was an immortal who had descended to the mortal world. He was so good-looking.
Huang qingdie felt that she was dazzled.
Her beauty was alluring!
Ying Qianxi told Huang qingdie,"I'll be filming later. If you don't have anything to do, you can take a rest. I'll call you if I need anything."
"Isn't the assistant supposed to help buy things, carry things, and hold an umbrella?"
When Ying Qianxi heard this, she stopped in her tracks. She pinched the space between her eyebrows. How could he let her do such a thing?
"I don't need anyone to serve me. I can take care of myself."
Huang qingdie's impression of Ying Qianxi improved after hearing that.
She had made the right decision to choose him as her idol.
