An Chuyu sincerely thanked him and stood up to bid him farewell.
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Shen Qiang had almost walked out of the front courtyard when she thought of Qiao Lufei with a sense of unwillingness and called out to An Chuyu, who was walking ahead, "Wait a moment, I have a few words to ask Director Feng."
An Chuyu waited in place, not having had the chance to ask what she wanted to say to Director Feng, when she saw her hurrying back on her high heels.
The nanny van was parked outside the alley, not having driven in. Zhu Cuixi saw An Chuyu's figure through the windshield, pushed open the car door, ran up to her with her bangs blown messy by the wind, and excitedly asked, "Sister Yuyu, how did the audition go?"
Embracing the script, An Chuyu squinted her eyes against the wind and shivered with cold, "I probably won about seventy percent?"
"Ah?" Zhu Cuixi touched her bangs, blinking her puzzled big eyes, "What does winning seventy percent mean?"
"If you don't understand, forget it."