Xia Lihua turned beet red, eyes darting anywhere but at them. She was the definition of caught red-handed and she knew she was being one big hypocrite.
Kang Minghao, now fully clothed, walked toward the door. He paused beside Xia Lihua, still smirking. "Alright, I'll leave you two ladies alone. Get dressed. Don't drag too long—we're moving to the next filming location soon."
"We're shooting the last episode next, right?" Wang Nuozhi asked groggily, rubbing her eyes.
"Yes. Last episode," he confirmed. "So clean up. You both look like disasters."
He opened the door, glanced back at Xia Lihua's flushed face, and added with a grin: "And Lili? Maybe put some makeup over that mark unless you want CEO Yang to start a territorial war."
"Kang Minghao!!" she yelled.
But he slipped out before she could throw anything at him.
The two women stared at the ceiling for a moment, both regretting life choices.
Then slowly, very slowly…
Wang Nuozhi peeked at her. "…So…was it good?"
"ZIZI!!!"
