In the screening halls of Nanguo, wherever Lu Wanyue went, the staff would ask with concern, "What's wrong?"
Without her usual elegant and dignified executive demeanor, today's Lu Wanyue had eyes swollen like peaches.
"What happened to President Lu?"
"I don't know, maybe she had a fight with her husband?"
"How is that possible? Today is the second day of the New Year, who argues during the holidays?"
The staff whispered among themselves, but as they saw Lu Wanyue heading straight towards them, they looked at each other and stopped discussing.
"Bring me the film scheduling chart to look at."
Lu Wanyue acted as if she hadn't heard and took the cinema's scheduling chart handed over by the reception to look at.
Then, after taking a pen and marking it for quite some time, she said, "Starting tomorrow, follow this schedule."
"Manager Lu..."
The person in charge of scheduling at the cinema took one look and exclaimed in shock, "This, isn't this inappropriate?"