"Song Zi, this is the script that was just sent over there. What do you think of it after you take a look at it?"
Lying on the sofa in a comfortable position, Song Zi held a lollipop in his mouth, raised his eyes and glanced at his agent, took out the lollipop and put it back again. He sat up and put down the mobile phone he was playing on, took the script, glanced at it briefly and threw it to the side of the sofa.
"Not very good."
He picked up his phone and crossed his legs to continue playing. He frowned slightly when his opponent said that he couldn't afford to lose and delayed the game.
"It seems to be pretty good over there."
"Do you think I need it?" Song Zi quit the game irritably and stood up, "Car keys."
The agent immediately took out the key from his belt and gave it to Song Zi. After watching Song Zi walk away, he picked up the script that was thrown aside and sighed.
"Refuse to act again. It's just a kiss. How can anyone watch the whole plot without Bobo now? What on earth are you thinking about, silly boy?"