Alright then," Zhao Chun scratched his head with a goofy grin. "I guess I did ask too much. Making a pregnant woman travel around like that is indeed not appropriate." He glanced nervously at Guan Kunling. "Ya Dan..."
Guan Kunling's composed expression softened slightly. She glanced at Tian Sangsang, then said to Zhao Chun, "Speak your mind. Don't hold back."
Zhao Chun smiled awkwardly. "Here's the thing, I recently got word about a scriptwriting competition TVB in Hong Kong is hosting. There are first, second, and third prizes, and first place comes with a five-thousand-yuan cash reward. Folks from the mainland can participate too." He grinned slyly, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Guan Kunling.
Under his fervent gaze, Guan Kunling responded slowly, "I've heard about it."
