Urged like this, Qian Yang's hands trembled slightly in anxiety as he quickly opened the video, but as soon as the video played, his phone was snatched away.
Tang Yuanmao held the phone, staring intently at Sang Ning on the screen. Tears welled up in his eyes, and finally, he could no longer hold them back, letting a few roll down. He quickly wiped them away, his shoulders shaking as choked sobs escaped.
At the end of the video, he looked up, his usual imposing demeanor gone, replaced with a hint of vulnerability and grievance.
"Qian Yang, I am absolutely, completely certain—Sang Ning is my mentor. Arrange a meeting with her immediately."
Qian Yang looked as though he didn't know where to start. After a brief silence, he spoke: "Director, if you want to chase celebrities, just do it openly. I won't laugh at you for it. Why use such excuses?"
