Rong Mo’s constitution was weaker to begin with and it was unbearable for him to be blown by the fan while filming.
After each shoot, he would have to take a huge bowl of old ginger soup to purge away the wetness 1. Despite it being terrible in taste, it was quite effective—at least, he did not have to stay in the hospital anymore.
Eating snacks while looking at his filming schedule, Rong Mo heard someone knock on the door. When she permitted them to enter, she caught sight of Qian Xun entering with a stranger.
“Rong Mo, are you busy? I’d like to rehearse a scene with you,” Qian Xun asked.
“Sure!” Rong Mo smiled out before shifting his gaze toward Su Ya beside her.
Instantly, Su Ya smiled in return. “Hello, I’m Qian Xun’s niece. I’m here to visit my auntie when I caught sight of you guys acting together. You’re really so skilled!”
Rong Mo smiled warmly toward them and indicated for them to sit down in the chairs near her.
Su Ya was in no hurry to sit down as she inspected Rong Mo inquisitively, the way a fan would when they met their idol, as she asked in a shy manner, “Say… if you don’t mind, could we get a photo together?”
Rong Mo shook his head. “We’ve signed a secrecy agreement not to reveal any photos of the set.”
Qian Xun nodded at the side. “Indeed!”
Su Ya’s face was instantly disappointed. “Then could we take one after you’re done with filming?”
Rong Mo smiled out. “The pleasure would be mine.”
With that, he then looked at Qian Xun and started to rehearse with her. Even though he did not speak with Su Ya anymore from that point on, he did not neglect her as he would look and smile at her from time to time.
The way he treated others was definitely unfaultable.
In between, Su Ya was observing Rong Mo keenly, trying to tell if he were Mo Feifei without letting off even the slightest details.
After they rehearsed, Qian Xun brought Su Ya with her away.
Even though Su Ya felt that his behavior was truly that of a man’s, the fact that his face resembled Mo Feifei’s that much still had her feeling really uneasy.
After sending Qian Xun and Su Ya off with a smile, Rong Mo’s face turned coldly indifferent after the door was closed.
Shang Mo’s granny had returned to the capital two days ago, and it was especially quiet in the Shang residences. After Rong Mo returned home, she sat on the enclosed balcony, deep in her thoughts as she looked at the stalemate on a chessboard before her.
That Su Ya seemed to know her. Even though she was cautious in her actions, they did not slip by Rong Mo’s eyes.
To tell if someone knew, liked, or wanted to hurt another person, their eyes told more than their words. Now, she knew of two people that seemed to know her.
First was Shi Guang.
Shi Guang’s eyes were more straightforward. Before she asked Rong Mo if she were a woman, Shi Guang’s eyes seemed to be asking…
I know you. Do you know me?
As for Su Ya’s eyes, they were complex. They seemed to be saying…
I know you, but I can’t let you know that.
Just what was her relationship with these two people?
As she was lost in her thoughts, a shadow appeared before her. Raising her head, she caught sight of a towering figure looking down at her.
A stern, yet suave face…
Shang Mo!
He was not wearing glasses today, revealing his icy cold countenance perfectly. Those eyes of his were jet black, giving off an aura as though he was an emperor looking down on his subjects with a coldness that could seep into their bones. There was no way of hiding from that demonic aura that reeked from beneath his cold demeanor.
In Traditional Chinese Medicine, it is believed that cold conditions would cause wetness to accumulate in one’s body