Xiao Wu watched the other person leave, spat a thick glob of phlegm into the trash can, and sat back down, picking up the small bell on the table and shaking it lightly.
A tall, sharply dressed young man in a checkered suit walked in from outside.
"Xiao Liu, did you get all the information on Lan Yening?" Xiao Wu asked in a slow and deliberate tone.
"Boss, I got it. But don't forget, tomorrow you're scheduled to record that 'actor' variety show," Xiao Liu reminded.
"Alright, I know. I'll look it over in the car tomorrow. That trashy show—if it weren't for networking with some big-name directors and promoting the upcoming film, I wouldn't bother attending. As a director, one should focus on the art and humanity," Xiao Wu said seriously.
Xiao Liu knew better than to interject at this moment; Xiao Wu was deeply immersed in his own world.
