Of course, Hu Zheng knew what Su Ruowan was talking about. Since he could not play dumb, he advised, "Oh, it's fine. It's not your fault anyway. Get some rest and don't think too much about it."
"I… Thank you, Mr. Hu." Su Ruowan gratefully looked at him with tears streaming down her face. The puppy dog look could tug at heartstrings. There was a delicate coquettish to her voice. "I feel sorry, Mr. Hu. I think… I think I should quit the production team. It's for the best and to all of you."
"What are you saying? Nothing's conclusive yet. Besides, the children shouldn't be blamed for the parent's mistake." Hu Zheng did not want to draw any conclusions before the matter was confirmed.
Moreover, he, as a director, did not have a say in deciding the fate of the actors in the production. The authority belonged to Screenwriter Cloud Seven.
