Lin Ziyue was very skilled in his movements. In about half an hour, he had prepared three dishes and one soup.
Seeing the food on the table, Lei Jin secretly admired Lin Ziyue culinary skills.
He couldn't care about anything anymore. He sat on the chair and picked up the bowl and chopsticks before eating.
Suddenly, he thought Lin Ziyue he was going to talk about the script tomorrow. He glanced at Lin Ziyue worriedly.
As expected, Lin Ziyue looked rather depressed.
"By the way, Yueyue, do you need to bring me along for a discussion tomorrow?"
Lei Jin's words just happened to fall into Lin Ziyue's trap. At first, she had thought of whether to bring her Lei Jin. Later, he felt that if he put on the Lei Jin, would he be recognized? Or, what if there was something Lei Jin tomorrow?
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