There are quite a few foreigners visiting Lushan, but most of them are people of status, accompanied by Chinese translators. They had just seen quite a few of this kind. But this foreigner was alone.
For some reason, Tian Sangsang felt a bit strange, though she couldn't quite pinpoint why.
The foreigner had quite good looks — with a hooked nose and slightly squinted azure blue eyes that concealed their brilliance.
He was tall and upright.
His physique rivaled that of soldiers in the military.
"We're here for filming," Zhao Chun eagerly said. "Mr. Charles, could you do me a small favor?"
Tian Sangsang's beautiful eyes widened slightly as she glanced at him—could it be...
"We're short one foreign extra for our film. There's a scene tomorrow, and the dialogue is just one line… We hope you'd be willing to participate, we'd be immensely grateful!"
Before he could finish, Charles replied, "I'd be honored. Tomorrow morning at eight, let's meet at the Imperial Stele Pavilion."
