Sun Nanjue shuddered in fright and quickly let go, "Uh, Little Shushu, think about it again. You really are a naturally gifted actor, a rare gem I've encountered."
"Thank you, Director Sun, for your excessive praise! After all, my acting skills are far too inferior in front of you and Mr. Sheng!" Ye Shu said, then turned around and flagged down a taxi, diving into it.
Sun Nanjue just stood there dazed, his facial muscles twitching in conflict.
When Ye Shu returned to Han Zong Hotel, having just stepped out of the elevator,
she saw the door to Sheng Shaochen's suite already open; he was standing there in his bathrobe, as if waiting for a wife to return home.
Ye Shu's heart unconsciously trembled, and her heartbeat uncontrollably quickened.
She lowered her head, pretending not to see him, and walked straight toward the room next door.
Halfway there, suddenly she could move no further.
A large bouquet of roses blocked her path.
So fragrant...