Shen Yibei looked at her stubborn little face and her cold gaze, and snorted, "You're not worthy to act with me."
As soon as he said this, everyone present was stunned.
Lan Ruowei's face turned even paler, her lower lip almost bitten to the point of bleeding, a faint, indifferent smile tugging at the corner of her mouth: "Oh, really?"
Who knew that it was he who had come running here and snatched Ji Xi Yu's leading role, and now to say such things, this man was truly shameless.
A sarcastic voice sounded in Shen Yibei's voice.
That's right, him coming to act in this drama was a foolish move, a self-inflicted displeasure.
"Director, I resign from the role." Shen Yibei threw the sword in his hand to the ground, his tone was harsh and explosive.
"What?"
The head director was taken aback, and once he responded, his expression turned ugly: "Young Master Shen, what do you mean, we've already shot a quarter of the film, and now you want to quit."
