The clock neared 10 p.m, when the meeting finally concluded, and Chen Xinyi swiftly made her way out, her gaze scanning the room. She spotted Li Na tucked away in a corner, bent over her script. Tang Ming sat beside her, flipping through his own pages, his usually casual demeanor replaced by an unusual seriousness.
For once, he hadn't joined Xiao Fei's circle, though she was only a few tables away, surrounded by a group of minor role actors who eagerly clung to her every word. The quiet in the room was striking; even the most vibrant personalities were absorbed in their scripts, the intensity of their work casting an almost reverent silence.
