When he mentioned Su Jin, Qin Miaomiao's eyelids twitched slightly. She instinctively glanced at Lu Qing, who was looking at her, his eyes filled with a deep meaning.
"Sorry, I don't know her."
Chen Li chuckled self-deprecatingly: "She... she's already dead. She used to be an incredibly talented director, but after she got married, she stopped making films. She was considered my confidante. It's such a pity she ended up like that."
As he said that, Qin Miaomiao's heart trembled violently. She had once been Su Jin—those past memories couldn't simply be erased, especially now as she encountered someone from her former life.
She smiled faintly and said, "Is that so? What a shame. I never had the chance to meet her."
"I've watched some of the raw footage you've worked on. In terms of composition and visuals, your style has traces of hers. Regarding editing, I'll try my best."
"Thank you, Mr. Chen."
