บท 162: Chapter 137: Old City Alleys, Drizzle Thinning the Soul

As they stepped out, the sky was not yet completely dark.

Rain drizzled outside the studio. They grabbed an umbrella and descended the stairs together.

The outdoor stairs on the second floor were rather narrow. With a 'bang', an orange umbrella opened first. A few steps behind, a black umbrella bloomed in the rain.

"Just now....." he couldn't help saying.

Pei Muchan paused and turned slightly, showing half of her face.

"The thing is, we can't shoot the MV."

"Huh?" Xu Qingyan was momentarily stunned. After a couple of seconds, he tentatively asked the most likely reason, "Is it because we don't have the money to film the MV?"

"Sort of." Pei Muchan sighed in relief, finally sidestepping that topic.

If he mentioned it again, he might as well jump off the second floor.

Fortunately, until they got into the car, Xu Qingyan didn't bring up anything about the cold remedy, merely asking a few simple questions about the MV.