The sun was shining brightly today.
In the cold villa area of Ping Cheng, Shi Yu hugged the pillow with the cute panda picture and swiped through the movie Chi Tong had just finished.
After watching it, Buggy cried hard, completely destroying the dreamy form of the Butterfly of Imagination.
"Wu, wu, wu, wu."
Buggy couldn't help but cry. The person who wrote the script was definitely sick.
"Pfft—" Shi Yu took a tissue and wiped his red eyes before blowing his nose.
He had no objections to writing the protagonist and supporting role to death, but it was too much to write everything to death in the end, even though the front part was so well filmed.
Even if he was spoiled by Chi Tong in advance, he almost couldn't recover.
"This Yan Junyi is not only the main lead, but also the author and director of the script?"
Shi Yu looked at the comments on the Internet and immediately understood that this was a ruthless bad woman.
