Le Wan placed the script on the low table, then picked up a piece of baked gluten and chewed on it. Her cheeks were puffed up like a hamster eating.
"This script is really good. Speaking of which, I remember reading this script before. I think I only read the beginning and didn't see the end. That's why I was quite regretful for a while. I didn't expect that my dream would finally come true and I've finished watching the ending."
When Second Brother Le, who was originally leisurely swinging his beer can, heard Le Wan's words, his originally pleasant expression completely disappeared. His face darkened.
"Baby, are you serious? You've read this script before? When did you see it?"
Le Wan "recalled" for a moment.
"About two or three years ago. I can't remember the exact time."
Second Brother Le tightened his grip on the beer can. The scriptwriter, Zhao Lin, had told him that he had only finished writing this script a few months ago.
