She's Young Master Han’s Mistress?

When their lips finally separated, Lu Man suddenly licked Han Zhuoli's lips.

Han Zhuoli's lips were numb for a while, he then suddenly hugged Lu Man tightly. "Is it that you don't want me to go?"

"Of course not!" Lu Man smiled slyly. "It's to make sure you remember to think of me after you go back."

"How can I forget you, little vixen," Han Zhuoli teased, then he lowered his head and kissed her fiercely. After taking a deep breath, he said helplessly, "I really have to go. If there's anything, give me a call, don't be scared of troubling me. Even when I'm in B City, I can lend a helping hand."

"Alright." Lu Man smiled slyly like a fox. "Don't worry, with a backing like you, how could I not make use of it?"

Han Zhuoli scratched her nose, no matter how much he could not bear to part, he forced himself to leave.

Lu Man kept watching till the car left her vision, only when she could no longer see it, Lu Man returned to the film set.