As she stepped off the car in her lambskin high heels, her foot landed on the uneven ground, and her eyebrows instantly furrowed.
"President Yao, why did you bring me to this rural place?" Yang Xi looked disgusted.
Yao Yuanfeng said, "Haven't you always been clamoring to act in Wen Bing's films? If you don't get to know him better, how would he consider you for a role?"
Yang Xi sighed and said, "Oh, President Yao, it's just a matter of a word from you. Do I still need to get to know him? Everyone knows he listens to you."
Inwardly, Yao Yuanfeng gave a cold snicker, dismissing Yang Xi's mindless remark, but he simply smiled and said, "No matter what, being more acquainted with him would be better for both of you. How could an actor and a director not be familiar with each other and still make a good film?"
If possible, Yao Yuanfeng wouldn't want to promote someone this mindless either.
However, an actor's appeal to the audience is unpredictable and uncontrollable.
