Wei Chengfeng took another sip of his strong tea, leaned back in his chair, and looked at her, tilting his head. He asked, "A sense of security? Are you saying that I haven't given you enough of it?"
Su Li chuckled lightly and shook her head, looking indifferent. She said, "No, maybe I was just born this way, without a sense of security. It might be the same with any man I'd marry. It's not about you, it's my problem."
Her words caused Wei Chengfeng's expression to change slightly. He took the teacup into his hands, and the warmth spread from his palms throughout his body, feeling very comforting.
"Actually, I could set up a studio for you, specifically to invest in the scripts you write."
Su Li, imitating his posture, also held her cup and leaned back in the chair, looking at him, "That would be great, of course, but I want to develop and live on my own strength. Isn't this undermining my sense of security?"