Qi Ming, who had been entrenched in a world of fear since learning of today's filming schedule, had only just regained his composure not long ago. He hadn't paid attention to the interactions between Wen Qiao and Lin Luang during the shoot, and when he went back to his room to shower just now, he browsed Weibo and saw that netizens had already edited videos of them interacting.
After watching the video, he felt a chill rush up to his crown.
Such interaction, this intimacy, how could this be okay?
He opened Fu Jinghen's WeChat several times, but he didn't dare to send a single message.
His role as an informant was a complete failure.
Now, hearing Director Li say this, he began to snap out of his shocked, eggplant-like state, "What do you mean?"
Ning Li, sitting next to him, was puzzled by his abrupt question, "What do you mean by 'what do you mean'?"
"Something Director Li just said." Qi Ming tilted his chin up, "About taking extra care of the new guest."
