“Yeon-Ha, you gotta do this.”

When Choi Yeon-Ha heard that, she stared unimpressed at the talent agency's president. The agency president's expression was basically the Ardent Pleading Personified, but Choi Yeon-Ha wasn't moved in the slightest. That man always had a face like that, after all!

Choi Yeon-Ha crossed her arms in front of her chest. “It'll be shot on location?”

“Well, it is a Chinese production, after all.”

“Hmm. I'm not feeling it,” Choi Yeon-Ha furrowed her brow.

The agency president flinched. “Why? Why... aren't you feeling it?”

“I don't like the Chinese cuisine, for one.”

“I'll hire a private chef for you. It'll be fine with a Korean cuisine specialist tagging along, right?”

“It won't taste as good with the local produce, though...”

“What do you mean! How can I let all the delicious food you'll consume include Chinese ingredients! I'll have all the Korean ingredients delivered to you via air freight!”

That didn't improve Choi Yeon-Ha's disinterested expression. “And the production takes too long, too.”

“S-six months won't be that long, you know?”

“That's what I'm saying. Spending six months of my precious youth in China just doesn't sound appealing to me, you see...”

“That's the wrong way to look at this, Yeon-Ha! Maybe you're mistaken about something, but look! The location will be in Beijing! And Beijing is one of the biggest metropolises in the world! You've been there before, right?”

“Yes, and it's got a serious smog problem.”

“...We'll hire a private doctor, then.”

Choi Yeon-Ha slapped the top...