It was midnight, and Mandara Manor lay silent beneath the pitch-black veil of night...
The light was on in the small study, where Xia Yanxin sat in front of her computer, busy at work.
"Xiao Xia, the broadcast of 'Soul of the Sea' last time was quite successful. The director has given instructions, hoping you can produce another series. This time the director is personally funding it and has arranged a small production team, with you serving as the screenwriter and director. You need to create a series filled with positive energy..."
Xia Yanxin felt troubled. "Boss Yu, you know that I'm just an entertainment reporter, a mere paparazzo. To have me write scripts and direct films...I really can't do it!"
