She stepped forward, her pace unhurried, but every step exuded the relaxation and beauty of a dancer.
Then, very naturally, she extended a hand, "Hello, Xu Qing. I've heard so much about you."
The moment these four words "heard so much about you" were uttered, Xu Qing felt a rush of excitement, forgetting even her own name.
She thought Su Yu had said that because she'd read her short drama script.
A little dizzy, she cautiously reached out to hold the delicate, cool hand of her idol.
So smooth and tender… even more comfortable than her best friend's chest…
"Ah…I…I just scribbled it casually, ha, haha…"
"Hehe, it's your short drama, right?" Su Yu laughed, "It's quite good, the script has a very strong online vibe. Our company's professional writing team couldn't stop praising it. If there's an opportunity, you could try screenwriting for films. We might collaborate in the future."
"Really?!" Xu Qing's eyes shone as brightly as two thousand-watt bulbs.
"Of course."
