"Ah... Yes."
Song Yaoyao blinked. She didn't understand why Kang Yuan was so agitated. She asked carefully, "Uncle Kang, what did I write wrong? These are all my own thoughts. It might not be right..."
"No, no, no, you mustn't have such thoughts!"
Kang Yuan quickly interrupted her, "If you want to be a director, you have to create your own style. This is very important. Therefore, you don't have to pursue the same thing as others. If that happens, the works you make in the future will just be typical!" He flipped through the notes. When he looked at Song Yaoyao again, his gaze was like he was looking at his own baby. It gave Song Yaoyao goosebumps, and she shuffled in her chair uncomfortably.
"Uncle Kang..."
Can you stop looking at me like that? You're making me feel embarrassed.
