My Costar isn't easily fooled
Yao Shen sits up straighter under the interviewer's inquisitive look.
She adjusts her half-moon glasses and introduces herself as Ying Na, editor-in-chief of 'Crush' the magazine they're doing the editorial for.
"It's been a long time since I've conducted any interviews, so forgive me if I am rusty." Yao Shen notices there is a neat stack of notes on her lap.
Why is the editor-in-chief interviewing them? Doesn't she have a magazine to run?
Xin Hulei sprawls carelessly across the sofa, his ankles crossed over his knee with insouciant grace.
"We'll let you know if you're going too far," Xin Hulei says, meeting Ying Na's shrewd gaze head on.
She clears her throat and riffles through the notes on her lap. Yao Shen has the impression of seeing two tigers sizing each other up.