Longhua International Cinema, Hall 3.
After Andrew Han got up and left to take a phone call at the door, Monica Zhang shook her head, rubbed her flushed cheeks twice, and gradually returned to normal.
"So Young should be pretty good."
"No matter what, the lead is my favorite, Liu Yiying." Monica's bright eyes almost sparkled with little stars as she gazed at the star actress, Liu Yiying.
Coincidentally,
Liu Yiying was also looking at Monica, her elegant makeup like a painted scroll, revealing a gentle smile, with a trace of subtle and deep envy flickering in her eyes.
"She still looks like a kid."
"She’s probably still in college." Liu Yiying maintained her formal smile while secretly marveling at the government news: "To have a single sentence make the authorities issue a commendation document for So Young—no scion of a Capital Great House could pull that off."
The more she thought about it, the more shocked she felt.
Who exactly was that young man who had just left the screening room with his phone?
Sigh.
Liu Yiying glanced at the director, whose smile was warm and sincere as he communicated with the department leader, and her emotions grew even more complicated.
One has to ask,
If someone has that much influence,
Why not just book the entire movie premiere? If so, maybe the actors could even get to know Andrew Han a little.
At the same time,
The well-informed director, along with the other leads, kept glancing at Monica Zhang from time to time, clicking their tongues at the department’s attitude and marveling at how young Andrew Han and Monica were.
Terrifying!
Perhaps it’s only such low-key, reserved people who can truly be called outstanding.
At least in their eyes, Andrew Han and Monica Zhang were like a true dragon and phoenix soaring above the clouds—beings to be revered, never reached.