"Eat first, your stomach can't wait." He filled a plate for his sister first.
Despite his low voice, Xue Feifei, who was eating something, paused for a bit then crammed more food into her mouth, swallowing it almost without chewing — it tasted like chewing wax.
"Brother..."
A worried look swept across Yu Sihua's face as she glanced at her friend and then her brother, "As for Zhimei, she..."
The smile on Yu Sixing's face vanished instantly. He lifted his wine glass, "Director Zhao, allow me to propose a toast, I've wasted your time."
If there weren't so many people looking on, he would have likely lost his temper on the spot.
"Not at all," Director Zhao responded awkwardly with a chuckle and lifted his glass, "Sorry, I have a shoot this afternoon, so I'll abstain from alcohol and stick to tea."
"The movie is what's important."
