After several days of hard work, which even resulted in dark circles under her eyes, Ye Qiao had produced a film and brought it immediately to Ji Mo for feedback, naturally eager to hear the professional's evaluation.
Ji Mo's lips curled into a smile.
"Not bad."
"Really?"
"Of course, whether it's the concept, editing, or the narration, everything is quite good."
Ye Qiao, excited, stretched her arms and hugged his shoulder, "That's great, that's so great, Director Ji, do you know, I've lost two kilos working on this film these days, hearing you say 'not bad' makes me die without regrets!"
Feeling the girl's arms around him, Ji Mo stiffened slightly, and raised his hands, seemingly unsure where to put them.
Fortunately, Ye Qiao quickly released him and stood up.
"Let's go!"
"Where to?"
Ye Qiao grabbed her backpack from the table, "To treat you to a meal, perhaps? It's almost one o'clock, don't you eat lunch?"
