"Director Xu—I've come all this way to find you—" Mu Rou pleaded miserably: "Why don't I treat you to a meal, and we can discuss the script and the role in detail. You know, I care a lot about this role and will definitely give it my all!"
The middle-aged man seemed unmoved, not even looking at Mu Rou, but instead at the staff on stage busy dismantling props and backgrounds.
Mu Rou faced a setback, her eyes showing displeasure, but she dared not vent her frustration. She continued to act pitifully, "Director Xu, I guess I'm not important enough to invite you. Actually... the President of Qisheng asked me to invite you. He's already waiting at the restaurant..."
