Jiang Muye looked in disdain at him. "As good as I am?"
"You?" Chen Mian revealed a pained expression as if he would rather die. "Don't you know that in the director's circle, you're the number one male actor that directors don't want to collaborate with? Be more self-aware, you bastard!"
"Huh?! On the basis of what? Why don't they want to collaborate with me? My popularity is soaring high!" Jiang Muye was instantly furious.
"If you were not popular, who would be willing to hire you!? Don't even talk about how hard it is to serve you, the key thing is still your acting. It's like a freaking roller coaster, sometimes you perform well, sometimes horribly bad. It's hard to grasp it and it's entirely up to your mood, so which director can stand you!?"
...
Very soon, the lighting and camera were all ready to go.
The shoot began.
On the greenery-filled balcony, curled up in the hanging circular rattan chair, Ji Feixue was sound asleep.
