"Don't talk nonsense," Xia Ningxing shot a sharp glare his way.
She was a married woman with a child over one year old.
He was a superstar. If he fancied her, it would mean the end of his career.
Ask yourself, which fan could tolerate their idol being the third party, the homewrecker?
Jiang Miaomiao touched her nose sulkily, "I know I shouldn't have said that, but don't you feel like he really seems to take a liking to you?"
"I don't." Xia Ningxing gave her a glance that suggested she shut up.
"Alright, maybe I was wrong," seeing that she was annoyed, Jiang Miaomiao quickly made a zipping her lips gesture, not daring to say any more.
About ten minutes later, Reyno stood up from the chair, looked at Xia Ningxing, and smiled graciously: "I've rested well. Shall we continue the shoot?"
Xia Ningxing instinctively gave him a glance. He did indeed seem much less tense than before, emanating a sense of calm.
