As the countdown to New Year's Eve dwindled to twelve hours, the daily routine at the Chang'an venue's directorial team continued as usual.
Gan Wenchang seemed preoccupied with heavy thoughts, sighing long and short breaths at the dinner table. After sighing three times in a row, seeing Xu Qingyan across from him eating without reacting, he couldn't help but get angry!
"Why don't you ask me why I'm sighing!"
"With the number of Jie Baos you've asked, it's likely the date was a failure." Xu Qingyan didn't even lift his head, eating while checking his phone, one of the few in the director team not obliged to eat the boxed meals.
Xu Qingyan was one of the creators, entitled to this privilege, though he could also proactively choose to eat boxed meals. It mainly depended on personal taste, and boxed meals weren't necessarily bad.
"How do you know?" Gan Wenchang was astonished.
Xu Qingyan put down his chopsticks and looked at his confused face, speaking with a speechless expression.
