The director's praise was generous.
Gu Danyu's lips curved slightly as she turned to look at the young man opposite her, feeling a faint sense of pride welling up in her heart.
Meanwhile, in the makeup room.
"How did it go? What did Director Xie say?"
The agent shook their head.
"You don't have any scenes today; we're told to come back tomorrow."
Du Zihang paused, lifting his head incredulously, "What! They want me to go back?"
The agent hummed lowly, not daring to provoke the man's ire.
"What does that Xie think I am? Someone he can summon and dismiss at will?"
Ever since he rose to fame and won the Best Actor title, Du Zihang had never had such a frustrating experience—who didn't treat him like royalty on set?
"Zihang, keep your voice down."
Fearing the other party might say something rash in anger, the agent reminded in a low voice.
Unable to swallow his frustration, Du Zihang's face darkened. He stood up and stormed out of the room.
There was a loud "bang"—
