"The rainy weather is so annoying!"
Inside a suite at the Four Seasons Hotel in Los Angeles, Sofia sat on the sofa in the living room, randomly pressing the TV remote control.
"Hehe, you definitely couldn't stay in London for long," Diana responded with a smile. "The weather there is like this most of the time."
Seeing her friend's agitated state, she put aside the document in her hand and comforted her, "It's just one day of outdoor scenes, it won't delay the filming schedule for long."
"Ah, the weather is just a minor problem." Sofia sighed helplessly, "But Wang is really messing things up."
"Female cameo appearances, suggestive songs... How can you make a high-quality artsy film with that?"
Wang?
Diana caught the distinct pronunciation, different from the English word, and glanced at the document she had just put down.
Whether it was suitable for an artsy film, she didn't know.
But she had just experienced the best-selling author's extraordinary ability to make things up.