"What? It's not Song Ling!"
With that exclamation, all eyes darted toward the large screen.
The man entwined with Jiang Yue was indeed not Song Ling, but rather, the stage director Sun Lin—a man of short stature with a chubby, round face, his round body full of fat.
The sight of Sun Lin's corpulent body prompted many to stifle their gag reflexes. Yet, there was Jiang Yue, appearing to relish his touch, her hands wandering over him. In a coquettish tone, she asked, "Director Sun, could you give the lead role in the new play to Yueyue?"
Sun Lin let out a perverted laugh, tugging at Jiang Yue's scant garment. However, his voice seemed to be filled with uncertainty. "The selection of the lead actress isn't up to me, and the girl chosen is quite suited for the role."
