Director Zhang, who was a tough guy in his youth, still had a fiery temper even as he aged, but now his tone was truly rare in its gentleness.
Indeed, the side that one shows in front of someone they like is always the most special.
Wen Qiao had her hands reversed, propping up her chin and listening, watching, and she couldn't help but start laughing.
For some reason, she felt very happy.
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Fu Jinghen, Director Zhang, and the lead actors sat at one table, while the rest of the crew occupied another.
Perhaps it was a rapport cultivated from previous meals, but this time, without a word, the spot to the left of Fu Jinghen was left empty.
The reason was simple—
Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao were both left-handed, making it possible for them to eat together without hindering Fu Jinghen's movements.
Wen Qiao silently scratched her glabella and, without a word, walked over and sat down.
As they ate, Fu Jinghen began to get restless.
