"I'm confident in the script. If Yang Wenying can't work with such a good script, then she is really lousy," Su Hai could be very biting with his words, yet his patience wasn't as great as it seemed.
The script is being polished by a professional before being handed over to Yang Wenying, Sheng Ning was indeed talented, but his writing style was somewhat raw, a clear sign of a novice. He was a demanding person, never starting until everything was perfect.
"Okay! Got it!"
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Xu Qigang took the train in the afternoon and arrived home at midnight.
As he entered the village, dogs were barking wildly around him. With the Chinese New Year approaching, thefts were on the rise, and Xu Xianxiong got out of bed upon hearing the barking, worrying it might be a thief. He donned his clothes and picked up an iron pitchfork to investigate.
The moment he opened the courtyard door, he saw a dark figure smoking at the entrance. A tiny spark flickered in the darkness.