Ten people sat in their respective seats, each burdened with heavy hearts, and no one spoke.
The sounds of the suona mingled with the gong, constantly assaulting the eardrums.
Qian Cangyi looked at everything before him, and right now, all he felt was absurdity. However, within this absurdity, there hid a fatal danger. Just as he had thought before, everything had become confusing, and the ease and comfort of exorcising the resentful ghost of the celebrity had completely vanished. His heart was shrouded in thick gloom.
A woman, with gauze tied around her chin, assisted by the ghost of a camera, appeared. She was Wang Qingfen, the director of "Fortuitous 2". A week had passed, and Wang Qingfen's face had grown much more haggard; her eyes were lifeless, seemingly uninterested in her surroundings.
Qian Cangyi gave Wang Qingfen a meaningful look, but Wang Qingfen ignored it and took her seat.