Strange Feeling

"Song Ci, you b*tch!"

Yan Han gritted her teeth.

Song Ci had an innocent look on her face. 

"I was praising you. Why are you scolding me?"

Yan Han glared at her hatefully. 

"Song Ci, this is not the end."

After saying that, Yan Han stomped away in her high heels.

Song Ci sneered and put on her sunglasses again. She turned to Yang Haoran and said, "Let's go, Brother Yang."

Yang Haoran looked at her and had mixed feelings. After thinking for a while, he asked politely, "Song Ci, what's your plan now?"

Song Ci's answer was very simple. 

"If there's a suitable role, I'll take it. If not, I'll wait."

Yang Haoran asked meaningfully, "What is considered suitable?"