On Wednesday morning, the table reading started early.
Xi Cheng was dressed as he had been last time, immersed in his own world. The difference this time was that he wore a necklace, more specifically, a silver chain. There might have been a pendant on the chain, but he had it tucked inside his clothes, making it impossible to discern its shape.
Seated beside him, Qiao Yihan still displayed her aggressiveness and strong sense of discontent. At lunch, she couldn't help but to voice her complaints loudly at the table, "I really don't understand, Peak could have chosen excellent A-list stars, Huahai has many Best Actors and Best Actresses within its own ranks, so why must they pick someone like this...? Let's not even talk about acting skills, this person doesn't even have the looks, and looks like they haven't bathed in half a month. How can anyone work with him?"
"Keep your voice down," other actors around her reminded Qiao Yihan, as Director Deng was not far away.
