After more than an hour, Shen Zhiyi, with the script in her arms, slowly shuffled to the study. She peeked around the doorway, looking in.
Pei Yu was still working, his prominent nose adorned with a pair of rimless glasses that gave him an air of indifferent, scholarly decadence. Without looking up, he instantly sensed her presence.
He looked up and asked, "What is it?"
Shen Zhiyi didn't directly answer but asked instead, "Are you busy?"
"It seems you need something from me," Pei Yu chuckled lightly, shutting his computer, "I'm not busy now. What does Miss Shen need me to do?"
Shen Zhiyi's eyes curved as she walked over with the script, "I'd like you to help me rehearse my lines. There's a lot of dialogue for the role I'm auditioning for, and it's a bit difficult to get into character alone."
She had initially wanted to rehearse with the butler, but he got a headache just looking at the lengthy script and refused repeatedly.