"How can I save you from this, it's your family's business," the director whispered, subconsciously looking back at the high-class lady behind him, fearing to stir up trouble.
He had heard a bit about Mrs. Jiang, who was said to be like a tigress.
"Think of a way to delay my scenes, let me stay here a few more days."
Jiang Zhiwei leaned forward with the suggestion, as her mother was furious at the moment, and her returning home would undoubtedly spell disaster.
"What are you two whispering about? I'll have you know that I am definitely taking Zhiwei home today, whether she's finished filming or not. You'd better hurry up,"
the sharp voice of Mrs. Jiang once again traveled from behind with authority.
The duo in front stiffened at the sound and dared not mutter anymore.
"Zhiwei, you're on your own," the director gave her a helpless look.
Jiang Zhiwei: "..."
