"We haven't caught them in the act yet."
Chu Yao was flabbergasted and, infuriated, pinched her own pressure point. "Fine, if that day really comes, just tell me, and I'll bring a knife over to chop off Bo Yanching's thing first."
Nan Jiaojiao's expression was strange, "You'd go to jail for that."
"..." Thanks a lot.
Chu Yao didn't want to talk to her anymore and started reading a novel on her phone. But she didn't even get through two pages before she quit and started browsing Weibo.
With investments from people like Mo Tingshen, all the related companies had contributed a sum, and Weibo was buzzing with activity. So far, no photos from the film set had leaked; they had only posted previously released stills.
Only of Chu Yao.
As a result, not many people knew who the male lead was.
The production team was making money hand over fist, everyone was grinning from ear to ear, treating Chu Yao like a revered saint.
