"Guan Ming, where's the song you promised to write for me?" Wang Fei came to her door in person to urge her to sing.
"Guan Ming, where is the script you promised me?" Jiang Wen raised a knife to urge the manuscript.
"Guan Ming, come out quickly. The three major film festivals have invited you to be a judge." The agent was anxious outside the door.
Guan Ming, on the other hand, was reading comics with headphones on and a cat in his arms.
Is it my fault for being excellent? Wouldn't it be nice to be a salted fish?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
