In the VIP ward of Han City Noble Hospital.
Sheng Shaochen watched as Ye Shu was replaced by a stand-in time after time, a barely perceptible smile flickered across his lips.
He silently sent Sun Nanjue a message with just one word, "Like!"
He had been better off not doing so, because as soon as he did, Sun Nanjue's call came through right away.
Wailing filled the air.
"Ah Chen, my dear Ah Chen, can I not take this job? Is it possible to change people?" he lamented, day after day, watching Little Shushu, a rare acting talent, commanding "Cut! Cut! Cut!"
It was nothing short of an insult to his professional integrity.
Torture!
"It's possible..." Sheng Shaochen squeezed out two words at a leisurely pace.
Sun Nanjue's eyes lit up, "Really? Ah Chen, you're the best! I'm telling you, Little Shushu, she's really talented..."
"Unless..." came Sheng Shaochen's chilly voice over the radio waves.