Qu Jiashu saw the indifference in her eyes and was momentarily bewildered, "Paula, I…"
"Jiashu, you really are a good friend of mine."
Xie Baola slowly interrupted him; she stood up, a smile spreading across her face, "You know I'm getting ready to shoot a movie, so you sent flowers early to congratulate me, right? OK, then I'll accept them first."
The indifference in her eyes vanished.
A man's look could convey so much, and Xie Baola understood this all too well.
She didn't know when Qu Jiashu had begun to harbor such thoughts about her.
Xie Baola wanted to maintain their friendship of many years, not wanting to pierce that thin layer of paper, fearing they wouldn't even be able to remain good friends afterward.
However, Qu Jiashu clearly didn't think the same way; even if they couldn't remain friends, he needed to clear things up today.
Xie Baola accepted the flowers from his hands.
