Another person was An Yuxi.
She was a bit more clever, often coming over to ask about work.
"Senior brother, can you take a look at this script and tell me if I should accept it?"
"Ask your agent," Pei Jinxi's reply came quickly, but it was... somewhat indifferent.
"Senior brother, there's a drinking party tonight, and I suspect that director might get handsy with me. What should I do?"
"Have a little confidence in your looks, that won't happen." Mu Qianli looked at this message and nearly spat out her drink.
"Senior brother, can I ride home with you? My car broke down."
"You can take a DiDi."
Mu Qianli laughed so heartily that she nearly doubled over. After reading a few more, they were all like this, either ignored or dry enough to make one despair.
"Done reading? Do you believe me now?" he asked, tapping her as she sat on his lap.
"I didn't doubt you," she looked at him, "I believe you."
"Really?" he eyed her dubiously.