Shi Su finally moved her gaze away from the newspaper, placed it down, picked up the utensils, and started eating the rice noodles.
Miss Chen glanced at her: "Why are you looking at the finance section? Are you really planning to stop being an artist and become an executive behind the scenes?"
"Even if I had such thoughts, I don't have the capability right now, just a studio, after all. Those who can be named in such financial sections are beyond our reach, what does it have to do with whether or not I want to move behind the scenes?" Shi Su took a bite of the rice noodles and felt the taste was not bad.
"It indeed has nothing to do, but you were so engrossed just now."
After hearing Miss Chen's words, Chu Jiu also leaned over to glance at the newspaper beside Shi Su's hand, but it was already folded, and he couldn't see what was on it, so he gave up.
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Late September in Hong Kong was still in the sweltering summer, even the torrential rain couldn't affect the oppressive heat.
