Small Dark Room

"Meng Qingge." "You're finally here. The entire team is waiting for you." When the director saw Meng Qingge, he was so overjoyed that he cried tears of joy. This great deity had finally arrived. Today, it was a live broadcast. No matter what, he could not add Meng Qingge into the show.

"Director, what did you just say?" Ji Wanzhou wiped off the dust on his body, then walked in front of the director, "In such a remote place, I don't think there's anything to take a picture of. Say, are you the director?"

"I feel that the lighting at this time is just right. Let's start the construction." The anger on the director's face was instantly retracted. He escaped from Young Master Ji's grasp and urged the departments to start work on time.

Although this match was a live broadcast, it was actually a broadcast.

There was a full hour's time before the jet lag was set aside for emergency response. Now, half of it had been wasted by Meng Qingge.