"Someone on Weibo just said they ran into Zhou Yun," the actor who mentioned Zhou Yun was here showed her phone to another person, "Look, this Weibo post was made ten minutes ago."
"How did you come across this real-time Weibo post?"
"I had some free time, so I searched for Zhou Yun. I really like her and often look up stuff about her online."
...
Fan Zhu's brows knitted instantly.
Her features carried a sort of charm; every frown and smile was beauty itself.
She looked toward Song Chi, who was sitting in a distant corner in his costume, casually and lazily perched on a chair, script in hand, seemingly studying the scene to be shot next.
There were quite a few men in the entertainment industry who looked as strikingly handsome as Song Chi, but that superficial charm often lacked deep allure.
Fan Zhu often found her thoughts swaying after a single indifferent glance from Song Chi, carved by the casual and detached air about him.
