Professor Zhang glared at the onlookers by the door, but at this point, he couldn't curse or drive them away. If he cursed or drove people away directly, he would truly be putting Du Heng in a difficult position. As it was, even if Du Heng couldn't figure it out now, it didn't matter. After all, many experts had failed before, and even he himself had hit a wall here. As someone from a younger generation, Du Heng's inability to figure it out was acceptable, even if it was a bit embarrassing.
Du Heng didn't hear the conversation outside; he was focused solely on the films.
However, Director Zheng and Kang Zhirong, standing behind him, heard everything loud and clear.
Director Zheng's chubby face was already beaded with sweat, and he hung his head slightly, beginning to regret coming here with Du Heng. The excitement and agitation he'd felt just ten minutes ago had completely morphed into shame.
But Kang Zhirong was furious.
