Cenhuan looked at the closed door and touched her nose. She had always known this young master's temper, so she wasn't surprised by such treatment at all.
She glanced at the door; she had already said everything that needed reminding, and she had always believed that although Chen Chen looked arrogant, he would remember anything she reminded him of.
So, to be honest, she really wasn't worried about him at all.
Chen Chen glanced at the script that he had casually thrown in front of the sofa. His eyes flickered slightly before he reached out and picked up the script he had carelessly tossed to the floor.
He looked at the script in his hand with a pleasant curve on his mouth, worthy of Fang Hongxuan's choice, it was indeed good.
Chen Chen sighed inwardly as he flipped through it.
He had completely forgotten the inexplicable hostility he had towards Fang Hongxuan at the beginning.
"Really hard to please."
