"Director, sorry." Miss Lan wasn't annoyed. While the makeup artist was touching up, she glanced at the script again.
At this moment, Shen Yibei's assistant walked over: "Miss Lan."
"What is it." Lan Ruowei turned to look at him. The man was in his early thirties, slickly dressed, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with his fingertips slightly raised like an orchid, and his speech and actions were a bit effeminate. She remembered his last name seemed to be Xie.
"Miss Lan, our Boss Shen's time is very precious. We hope you can perform well and not drool over our Boss Shen."
Assistant Xie adjusted his glasses, his delicate tone seemed intentional, making it somewhat nauseating to hear.
Tang Qian darted in front of Lan Ruowei: "What do you mean."
"What you heard." Assistant Xie huffed arrogantly.
"You..."
Tang Qian wanted to say more, but Lan Ruowei pulled her back and coldly looked at Assistant Xie: "Did your Boss Shen ask you to say this?"
