Ye Ranran was disheveled, with temptress eyes and unsteady breath.
She glared at Jun Mochan, but in her current state, she seemed more like she was pretending to be angry.
"We'll continue at home. For now, let's go and communicate with the planning team. We'll try on clothes in the afternoon. We need to take wedding photos tomorrow," Jun Mochan said, ruffling her hair.
Ye Ranran: "..." Why was she the one left unsatisfied?
"As for Han Yan, let's deal with her once this drama has aired," Jun Mochan stated, a cold smirk on his face hinting at some hidden thought.
Not dealing with it now was due to the nearing end of the drama shoot. Replacing the female lead now was not realistic. This show was bound to be popular.
The higher she climbed, the harder she would fall.
"Right, I'll listen to you." Ye Ranran replied, trusting him with her all.
Her sincere gaze made him a little unable to face her. He wanted to say something, but instead just squeezed her hand more tightly.