C760 A Pile of Mud

Han Zhener was multitasking, applying a facial mask while running lines with Tang Haodong. Every so often, she'd glance at her phone to check photos she'd snapped of the script.

Tang Haodong, on the other hand, lounged comfortably on the sofa, reciting the script with ease, not missing a beat. Han Zhener was impressed.

Admiration shone in her eyes as she said, "Little Brother Tang