Chen Chen nodded gratefully and immediately sat down. He picked up the script and began to write furiously, erasing all the content that 'Screenwriter Ding' had changed.
Gu Danyu sat beside him, occasionally raising questions that made Chen Chen enrich the plot and perfect any logical gaps without realizing it.
As dusk fell and the dim yellow street lights started to illuminate.
The man buried in revision finally stopped writing and rubbed his sore shoulders.
Looking at the script in his hands, which pleased him, the worry that had been written on his face for several days gradually faded away.
"President Gu, thank you."
It was all thanks to the person before him that he was pulled from the dead-end street of insecurity.
After reviewing the entire plot, Gu Danyu nodded with satisfaction, "You've done well."
This was what a normal piece of work should be like.
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In a private dressing room.
"How is it? Have they not responded yet?"
