A puzzled Ji Polun pointed at himself. "You were talking to me?"
Fang Zhao nodded and repeated, "Please step aside."
Ji Polun stared at Fang Zhao in disbelief, as if he had gone mad. Having confirmed that Fang Zhao wasn’t kidding, he distorted his face, got up abruptly, and stepped away in exaggerated strides. "Fine. Don’t accuse me of being a prima donna." He had showed up as a favor to his agent. Not only are these clowns ungrateful, they don’t think I’m good enough?
Shedding the posture with which he had arrived, Ji Polun bolted toward the door, but he stopped just as he was about to cross the threshold. He turned back and plunked down on the chair next to Zu Wen. He dropped his act, folding his arms and crossing his legs. He wanted to see what these clowns would do now. It looked like they were going to act out the scene themselves.
