Xie Qing smiled mysteriously, "We paid for a rather seasoned writer to write it, and since we signed a confidentiality agreement, we can't reveal her name for now."
"Ah, alright then! If there's a chance, tell him I'd love to meet her." Ye Huanyan smiled slightly.
As an artist, she knew well that only by truly experiencing an emotional catastrophe,
can one write literary works with depth.
She wished to meet that talented woman.
"Hmm, there will be a chance later, once the follow-up for our work is finished filming."
Chatting with Xie Qing.
A figure stood quietly not far away, just watching Ye Huanyan calmly.
After a long time, Ye Huanyan turned around and saw him.
That's right, it was Lie Xunjue.
Clad in a pitch-black suit, a stern face, he stood there silently watching her.
When their eyes met, there was always an indescribable sentiment.
"Young Master Li is here, please have a seat!"
Xie Qing also saw Lie Xunjue, hurriedly came over to greet him.
