Meng Xiangxiang was furious; she had already apologized, yet the other party completely ignored her!
"Director, don't you think she's infuriating?" Meng Xiangxiang muttered through gritted teeth, "Where did we find such a contrarian?"
Lv Cheng: "You better watch what you say. No one has looked at it from these angles before, but if someone takes issue, it won't just be her being contrary. Soon, the entire internet will be full of people arguing with you."
Meng Xiangxiang: "..."
"Consider what you're going to say. You know she's argumentative; some things are better left unsaid."
What could Meng Xiangxiang do?
She could only agree.
It's around two in the afternoon now, in the heat of summer, the sun blazing down. Qiann Yan, wearing a straw hat, followed the crew to the field where she was about to work.
Zhang Juying was already there, with a pile of tools beside her.
