Xia Siyu didn't care about this: "Whether I take the role or not, what's it to him? He can only suggest; the choice is mine. If he's not happy, he can visit the set. It's my own role, I make the decisions."
Wei Jingjing became more anxious: "You wouldn't... really plan to take this role, would you?"
Xia Siyu halted her steps and clicked her tongue: "How should I put it, this script is a hundred Zhang Ailing levels below 'Lust, Caution'."
Wei Jingjing cautiously asked, "So, what do you mean?"
"Just like this then, NEXT."
If the script were truly good, she might consider it. But this script, to say the least, is particularly out of touch. Even though she trusted the actor and director she would work with didn't have any sleazy intentions, she thought it was unnecessary to strip for this role.
She still had to thank Bo Yan for leading her into the tide of learning. And was grateful to herself for not having time to lament during downturns, instead, she crammed cultural knowledge.
