Cheng Weiyue, addressed so, remained calm with a smirk that was not quite a smile, "How would you like me to show concern for you? Perhaps I should have Zhou Jingwei bring you breakfast tomorrow?"
Lan Rong stood up abruptly, cupped his hands in front of Cheng Weiyue, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you! There's absolutely no need!"
All the preparations were ready, just waiting for the two leads to finish their makeup, when an unexpected visitor arrived.
"Director Cheng's prestige is indeed great, having the subordinate of a senior director in the film circles stand waiting at the door like this." Ding Aoao walked in slowly, her strides full of grace and faint arrogance.
Cheng Weiyue watched her approach and said in a flat tone, "It seems you've already become Chu Manxiao's lackey. What's the matter, don't you like being human?"
