He felt increasingly that the person beside him was similar to Tang Feifei, and couldn’t help but say, “You can call me Qizhi from now on.”
As soon as he said this, he regretted whether it was too intimate and inappropriate.
But the young girl beside him seemed to notice nothing, and straightforwardly said, “Then you can call me Xiaoman.”
Since Jing Ni and Ning Yumо were not present, they were first shooting Huo Qizhi and Lin Xiaoman’s scenes, with other substitute actors preparing to arrive soon. They had just started shooting when many cars suddenly arrived at the set, all hanging Lin Xiaoman’s posters, written with “Xiaoman Support Vehicle.”
After the cars stopped, a person got out of the car at the front.
It was Xue Chenyan.
“What’s going on?” Qian Yuan was somewhat angry at the unexpected vehicles.
“Everyone works hard shooting, so I brought some small gifts,” Xue Chenyan explained with a smile, then shouted to the staff, “Everyone gets a share. This is from Xiaoman, everyone has worked hard.”
“Thank you, Xiaoman,” everyone waved to her.
Xiaoman smiled and walked to Xue Chenyan: “Why did you suddenly come?”
“To support my idol!” Xue Chenyan said righteously, “I heard you were wronged recently, so I’m here to help you save face!”
He was childish, and Xiaoman was helpless.
“Don’t do this next time, I know your intentions.”
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“But I’m happy to spend money on you,” Xue Chenyan clung to her arm and acted coquettish, “If I can’t even spend money on you, what’s the point of earning it?”
“Xiaoman,” Huo Qizhi suddenly walked over, “Help me go through these lines.”
“Brother Huo, why don’t you go have a coffee?” Xue Chenyan smiled sweetly, “Let Xiaoman rest a bit.”
“No, we lost several days and need to catch up on progress. We have no time to rest,” Huo Qizhi’s tone was calm.
With his financial resources and capabilities, dealing with himself would be too simple.
Lin Xiaoman tried hard to calm herself, taking a deep breath. She was not someone who could be easily intimidated. She was about to curve her mouth and retort when a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind—
“What era is this? Still talking about marriage contracts? Isn’t that too old-fashioned?”
★ Chapter Fifty-Seven: Falling for Someone
Ji Zhixian.
