Chapter 3: The Year of Second Year in High School
After Nan Zhendong left, that same night, Nan Jiu’s Grandfather closed the door to the Tea House, leaned on his cane, and sat down heavily in the carved redwood chair…
After Nan Zhendong left, that same night, Nan Jiu’s Grandfather closed the door to the Tea House, leaned on his cane, and sat down heavily in the carved redwood chair…
Nan Jiu changed into her vest and finally agreed to walk with a straight back. Song Ting was behind the counter unpacking cigarettes; he took out a pack, slipped it…
The year Nan Jiu started middle school, her stepmother gave birth to a younger brother. Her father, Nan Zhendong, was so happy he couldn’t stop smiling. He stayed at the…
Wen Chu’s fingertips tightened around her phone. She studied at the Film Academy, and her family supported her to attend, which wasn’t cheap. When her mother fell ill, they kept…
Wen Chu vaguely knew he had returned, but she was too sleepy. She only murmured a few words. He replied, and she fell back asleep. Gu Cheng changed into a…
Shu Mei was a little scared, then smiled. “Young Master Gu, you rest. I’ll go see if Qi Yuan needs any help.” She said, quickly leaving. She had touched a…
At that moment, Shu Mei’s other phone rang. She picked it up, her expression straightening in the next second, lips curving with a smile. “Tang Director, hey… you want to…
As soon as you clicked into the article, it was a barrage of condemnation—every sentence sharp and incisive. The general meaning was that dramas from earlier years were still watchable,…
Di di—— The phone Gu Cheng placed on the center console rang. Wen Chu turned to look and saw Qi Yuan’s profile picture. She looked up at Gu Cheng. “Qi…
This film studio is newly built, with many projects lining up to reserve the venue. Qi Yuan is famous, and the crew isn’t bad either, so they were the first…