So he didn't believe she would ruin her career at this time for some little fresh meat.
It's not like this incident would deal a fatal blow to her career, either; after all, she was a Best Actress with three major awards under her belt, and she'd also won numerous international accolaments—a scandal like this wouldn't shake her foundation.
But it was precisely because of this that he couldn't understand why she made such a scene.
Zhou Caiyu was like a statue that had been immobilized, remaining unresponsive for a long time.
Huo Lingan didn't rush her, leaning back against the sofa with his eyes closed.
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Zhou Caiyu, who was leaning on her knees, stared blankly ahead for an indeterminate amount of time before she finally moved her stiff neck and slowly turned her head.
Huo Lingan was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, as if asleep.
A slight frown on his forehead revealed an obvious fatigue.
