"Mo, Mo Tingshen?" The Director called out nervously.
Mo Tingshen glanced over coldly, his handsome face clouded with an air of hostility.
The Director was so scared he almost stood up on the spot, "Is there something you're not satisfied with? Or something was wrong with the way that last bit was shot, please guide us personally, we'll make changes."
Mo Tingshen sat with his legs crossed, taking a deep breath, then uncrossed his leg that was on top.
The Director pinched his leg hard, terrified that he might lose control and stand up to admit fault under the pressure of powerful capital.
Face, face is more important than life.
So many people are watching!
"Is today's shooting finished?" Mo Tingshen asked.
The Director was stunned, his lips trembled twice before he managed to squeeze out a voice, "Uh, yes, finished, it's finished."
"Thank you for your hard work."
