Who would have known that the breath Fu Lanshen held hadn't fully been released when Mu Qingli took out an unopened jar of pickled plums from the refrigerator, thankfully, they had already arrived at the entrance of the film studio by then.
Mu Qingli packed the plums into her backpack, "I'm taking this jar with me to the set to eat."
Fu Lanshen let out the breath completely and pulled the car over to the side, "There are other snacks inside too, you can bring more."
"No need, too many would be hard to carry." Mu Qingli opened the car door and got out, "Goodbye, Uncle Qi."
"Goodbye." Fu Lanshen watched her silhouette disappear at the entrance of the film studio before driving away.
There was a night scene today, so Mu Qingli didn't get home until late into the night.
To avoid disturbing Fu Lanshen's rest, she hadn't asked him to pick her up but instead skated home alone. It had also been a long time since she sweat so profusely.