The edges of the pages looked worn, which indicated that the scriptwriter had polished the script repeatedly.
The large characters on the cover spelled "Crazy Stone".
In Qin Guan's past life, the outstanding film had suffered until Liu Dehua had founded a film company that had collected scripts from all over the country.
Qin Guan looked through the precious notebook. The man in the pajamas and the man in the suit looked perfectly harmonious under the dim lamplight.
The two of them burst into laughter when the gate opened again and a shivering man walked in. The cold wind made his hair stand on end.
"Brother Qin! You are here!"
Huang Bo looked stunned as he held on to a bag of cold food.
Qin Guan pointed to the greasy table. "Is that the dinner Director Ning intends to treat me to? I hear that the studio will be releasing a record for you. Why are you still idling around? I should be giving you a lesson."
