Li Xingwan was drunk, revealing a slightly tipsy demeanor...
"..."
"Miss Li?" the director called her.
Li Xingwan squinted her eyes, which were blurred with the haze of intoxication. "Hmm?"
"..."
Well, she really was drunk.
"Mr. Fu." The director then looked at Fu Chengzhou, almost in tears. Then looked back at the area that needed to be replanned. "You guys..."
He pointed to the area, and his gaze roamed back and forth over it like a scanning machine.
The audience in the live broadcast room also scanned back and forth with him.
After a long time, a question mark finally appeared on the director's forehead. The audience in the live broadcast room also finally posted a "?" question mark.
They hadn't done anything?
In an instant, the live broadcast room exploded.
"Did Xingwan and the others do nothing?"
"No way, right? She actually didn't complete the task this time?"
"This isn't her style at all."
