"The Chief Editor is on his way." The studio staff was telling Fu Sichen, "Best Actor Fu, you can try to get a feel for the shoot while you're waiting."
Manager Wang Youquan was also busy communicating with the photographer and setting up props; he needed to make sure that the shoot went smoothly.
The wardrobe assistant and makeup artist were busy fussing around Fu Sichen, trying to suppress their fanatic screams. They put his make-up on with trembling hands.
Nobody saw the Persian cat jump off the sofa, much less noticed that he had walked up to the fish tank.
There were around six or seven goldfish in the tank. They were colorful, but didn't seem to be in the best of health— they weren't moving a lot, and looked like they were about to die any minute now.
Pei Zhen leapt onto the table and sat in front of the fish tank for a while before the goldfish even realized that he was there.
"Ahhhhhh… cat! It's a cat!"
