Looking at Wang Zhe, whose face was plastered with a giant "I refuse to accept this," Ye Fan sneered, "What's wrong? Won't accept that you cheated, and can't take your loss like a man? Young Master Wang, if that's the case, you really can't handle a loss, can you? Aren't you afraid it'll embarrass your old man if word gets out? Tsk tsk tsk..."
"Rubbish!" Wang Zhe, mocked by Ye Fan, was angrily embarrassed.
Immediately after, Wang Zhe turned to Director Liu Ce and said, "Director Liu, reciting lines is just the first part of the competition; there are other challenges that haven't even started! I admit that I lost to this kid in reciting lines, but if this kid doesn't beat me in the other aspects, it's going to be impossible for you all to film smoothly!"
"Other challenges? Young Master Wang, isn't that a bit much? If we don't finish shooting this scene by noon, it will seriously affect our schedule for the afternoon!" Director Liu Ce said helplessly.