Li Jing held the spoon, carefully skimming off the oil spots from the old duck soup with dried tangerine peel, his gaze falling on Yang Xiaoxiu across from him:
"There should be a lot of TV dramas and movies seeking you out recently, right? How's it going?"
He gently pushed the porcelain bowl of soup towards her and added, "Choose some quality scripts. Don't take those shoddy projects just for temporary exposure."
Yang Xiaoxiu clasped the ivory chopsticks, the crystal shrimp dumplings on the porcelain plate before her glimmering as she spoke softly:
"Yes, I've indeed received several offers lately. One of them is a fantasy drama with a particularly strong production team. The director has made quite a few blockbuster dramas, and the screenwriter has won the Golden Pen Award. The script is meticulously crafted, especially the character arc of the second female lead."
"A fantasy drama?"
