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13, Chapter Thirteen(2/2)

"I'm sorry, director. I know I'm not in a good state today. Actually, something happened at home yesterday and I was worried about it all night. Why don't you shoot other people's scenes first?"

As he spoke, he bowed to the staff, looking pitiful and polite.

Many people immediately softened their hearts and secretly looked at the cattle guide with their eyes.

Director Niu said with a dark face, "Filming other people's scenes? It's all your scene today! Do you think scenes can be moved at a moment's notice? Okay, okay, I'll give you fifteen minutes to adjust. You'd better change the situation for me."

Get it back."

After saying that, he threw away the script and angrily went outside to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

Xiao Ziqi's face stiffened, and then she gritted her teeth secretly while bowing.

Why?

Linji said that if you don't feel well, you can move out of the scene, but when he comes here, you can only rest for fifteen minutes?

He even bowed and apologized to everyone, but where was Linji? He just stood and frowned!

When I think of the greatest possibility, it is Rongqing's 30 million.

Xiao Ziqi's face turned pale with anger, which confirmed the reason for his poor condition.

Thirty million, thirty million!

If Rongqing had invested in me, it would never be like this!

And Song Xian, that useless thing, asked him to get some money, but he actually only gave himself 500,000 and sent it away.

When Xiao Ziqi thought of the comparison between 500,000 and 30 million, she regretted it.

If he had known earlier that there was such a huge difference between Rong Qing and Song Xian, who were both the same bosses, he would never have hung onto Rong Qing for so long!

Walking aside to rest, Xiao Ziqi covered her distorted face with her palms.

Others thought he was crying after being scolded by Director Niu, and they all felt sorry for him.

But strangely, no one came forward to comfort him.

Calculating something rapidly in her mind, Xiao Ziqi looked through her fingers at Lin Ji, who was also resting.

Linji looked rosy today and was concentrating on reading the script.

Tsk, I'm just pretending again.

Xiao Ziqi thought with a serious face.

Who doesn't know that he has a photographic memory and how he pretends to be holding a script every day?

As if he noticed something, Linji looked over here.

Xiao Ziqi's fingers closed again, as if nothing had happened.

Linji knew in his heart that Xiao Ziqi was glaring at him just now, but he didn't care about it at the moment.

Xiao Ziqi and so on, with Rong Qing and his guarantee, Linji didn't want to pay attention to anything about Xiao Ziqi.

He held the script and seemed to be concentrating on it. In fact, whenever someone came over, they would find that more than one page of his script had not been turned, and he had even taken it down.

Rongqing...

Did he see it?

Linji thought hard in his heart.

If he saw it, why didn't he reply to my message?

Could it be that I'm too busy and haven't seen it yet?

Or is it that he saw it but was not satisfied?

His thoughts were in a mess, and Linji's eyes were dull.

And that photo...

The familiar heat ignited again. Linji's face was expressionless, but he was actually quite panicked.

How could he be so bold, actually, dare to take that photo and send it?

Even though I'm wearing all my clothes, but I'm biting the hem of my shirt, isn't that a little too sentimental?

So, what exactly is Rongqing doing?
Chapter completed!
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