Tan You sank into thought. The Beauty System wasn't wrong—a sense of aesthetics could be cultivated. Over the years, she had seen so many sights and met so many people, naturally forming her own artistic judgment.
'Building a scene? I could probably do a good job. Coaching an actor? I'm no actress, but I can certainly judge a performance...'
Thinking of this, Tan You's gaze fell upon Chen Jiao. 'So, rather than letting Chen Jiao work under some second-rate director, why not polish her myself?'
'But if I do that, the whole mysterious spirit act won't work. After all, Chen Jiao's father, Chen Qing, is just an ordinary blue-collar worker. What would he know about film production, scriptwriting, and all that?'
