Outside the window, it's drizzling, and children in the entertainment area are shouting and playing loudly, their emotions fluctuating greatly because of the rain.
Jiang Ruan is somewhat surprised as she looks at the man before her.
"It's raining so heavily, yet you especially came over here?"
Are these big stars really that idle? Isn't there a need to make appearances at events?
Zhou Qiyue takes off his baseball cap, brushing off the tiny raindrops floating on its surface. His careless face is lit from behind, making it hard to see him clearly.
"I'm idle anyway, and didn't you just say you needed help here?"
Jiang Ruan laughs, "Well then, nothing wrong with taking advantage of free help. Do as you please, I'm going to have lunch."
Zhou Qiyue is actually mildly depressed and, fundamentally, has some subtle links to autistic spectrum disorder. People like him usually find it hard to open up. Encouraging him to move around more might not be a bad idea.
