“You can stop,” Ye Wanwan answered aloofly.
“Then let’s eat. I’m starving,” Big Dipper said.
“What’s the hurry? Are we done?” Ye Wanwan retorted.
“Brother Ye, if we don’t leave now, it won’t be an easy escape when their back-up comes!” Gong Xu said anxiously.
“Say, brother, what are you saying? So what if their back-up comes? I can suffocate pieces of trash like this with a single finger! Who cares how many ants there are? It’s not like they can threaten an elephant!” Big Dipper sneered.
“Bro, you’re right, but… why are we staying here still?” Gong Xu was puzzled.
“To film. Don’t you see how dedicated everyone is to their work? How could we leave so irresponsibly?” Ye Wanwan answered with a soft chuckle.
Gong Xu’s expression shifted, and he looked at her in surprise. “D*mn… Brother Ye… you aren’t…”
Gong Xu gnashed his teeth, as though he came to a great decision. “Brother Ye, unless… unless you shoot it with me, I won’t shoot it!”
Ye Wanwan immediately rolled her eyes at him.
Ignoring this idiot, Ye Wanwan walked toward a nearby table and gently rapped on the surface. She snorted and asked, “Why are you hiding under here, director? It’s time to come out and work.”
“Ah… Director… Director Ye… It’s a misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding! I don’t know them!”
The director climbed out from under the table and looked at Ye Wanwan with an ingratiating smile. “Director Ye, I’m a fan, your staunchest fan! These people threatened me to shoot this kind of film, which is a gigantic humiliation for me. Did you know, Director Ye, the thing I freaking hate the most in my life is shooting this type of scandalous and immoral film?!”
“Shut up.” Ye Wanwan shot the director an impatient look.
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