Liang Kang couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore. He said indifferently, "Anyway, my nephew is already here. Do as you see fit."
With that, he put down the cup of coffee he hadn't drunk and turned around to leave.
The director watched him go, feeling troubled.
A smart-looking little boy ran over and asked, "Uncle, can I film now?"
"Not yet. Someone beat you to it. He wants to film it."
The little boy was disappointed. "What? Why? Can't I just go and cry for a while?"
"Of course not. Put away your naughty thoughts." Liang Kang flicked him in the forehead.
"Why?"
"Yes, why is it so? But it's not like you don't have a chance at all. Follow me later and perform well. Maybe you can squeeze him out."
The little boy was overjoyed. "Okay, let's go."
