The assistant director's expression changed slightly, quickly diverting his gaze and pretending not to see the scene where Yang Xiaoxiu had just pushed away Zhang Fuqiang's arm.
Zhang Fuqiang was stunned when he was pushed away on the spot.
In the past, when Yang Xiaoxiu rejected him, she would at least find an excuse or save him some face; even if he got handsy, as long as it wasn't too intimate, she would silently endure it, looking for a chance to evade.
But to be blatantly pushed away like this, with words leaving no room for face and sarcastic snark, this was the first time.
Seeing Yang Xiaoxiu's cold, completely indifferent demeanor, Zhang Fuqiang's face instantly darkened, and his dissatisfaction and anger surged to his head.
Just as Zhang Fuqiang was about to erupt in a red-faced outburst, the wooden door of the private room sounded with three timely knocks.
