No matter what Lu Zhuo said, Ming Shu just remained unmoved like a mountain and never admitted that she liked him.
Lu Zhuo was busy with shooting, so he could only text Ming Shu every day, ranging from the morning, afternoon, to the evening.
— It was raining today, and the director actually made me shoot the part in the rain first. I was thrown in the rain for three hours.
— The crew's food is terrible. I have a stomach ache now.
Ming Shu looked at her own lunch, then read the message on the phone. She called Lin Wenyue and asked him to deliver lunch to Lu Zhuo.
Lin Wenyue had to put away his things at hand to deliver the lunch. There were other artists under him besides Lu Zhuo now, and he was quite busy.
"Boss Xu, don't you think I should have a raise in salary?"
"Take good care of him and raising your salary won't be a problem."