Three years later.
Xia Yuan had just finished filming when Zhong Le handed her a glass of water, saying, “Sister Xia, you’ve worked hard.”
Xia Yuan took a sip; it was pleasantly cool, but she frowned in dissatisfaction, “Why isn’t it iced?”
It was the height of summer, and the set was stifling.
After being by Xia Yuan’s side for so many years, Zhong Le had long figured out her temperament and knew how to appease her. “This is what President Meng instructed. He said you caught a chill last time from drinking something too cold and told us...
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