Yao Yimin looked at Bian Yue's solemn expression with an indescribable complexity in her heart.
She tugged at the corners of her lips, forcing a smile, and whispered, "Bian Yue, do you... really think this way? Xie Zhang is your friend, if you don't want to get involved, I won't have any objections."
"Now you are in my film crew, my partner, and it was I who asked Xie Zhang to come to you, I didn't see his intentions beforehand, so..." Bian Yue paused, and said earnestly, "Of course, I will take responsibility for you, which is also taking responsibility for my work."
Bian Yue stood up, walked over to Yao Yimin, and sat down.
"After the script finishes shooting, if you want to investigate, I can help you, Yimin, I promise."
Yao Yimin looked at Bian Yue, tears in her eyes. Her palms were icy as she placed her hand over Bian Yue's, sweat making it sticky.
