Zhao Ying spoke quickly, her voice betraying her nervousness.
"But you advised me, told me to always keep to the first style, that kind of holiday vibe streetwear flash mob dance. About that, I have a little idea."
"Speak your mind." Cheng Daqi leaned against the chair, eyes closed, massaging his temples.
He really did have a headache from watching short videos every day.
"First idea, I want to do a story-driven dance drama, taking the extreme professional route, quality, expertise, distinctive, rather than the kind of street flash dance anyone could do."
Zhao Ying was truly nervous; she actually wanted to ask for more resources from Shanhaiguan.
"Say the second one, finish your thoughts." Cheng Daqi understood her, thought she was fantastic, smart, and ambitious, but he didn't show his stance directly.
