Parent, You Have to Hang On

Wang Ye had not said a word from beginning to end. He merely watched the feeble young man perform with a faint smile at the corners of his lips.

Performing for a little while was fine, but after a long time, even someone as thick-skinned as him felt somewhat embarrassed.

It was like—

Even an award-winning actor, if he was not given anyone to act opposite and had to stand there performing by himself, could manage for a minute. If he gritted his teeth, he could barely keep it up for ten minutes.

But asking him to act out an entire movie alone—

Impossible.

Performing nonstop for two hours with no one responding?

Acting against thin air?

And without a single retake?

That would be a lunatic. They could imagine an illusory world in their minds and happily play around in it.

"Um..."

"Boss Wang, you understand that I didn't do it on purpose now, right?"

At last, the feeble young man gradually quieted down and asked guiltily. However, because his eyes were so swollen and Wang Ye had changed positions midway through, he was speaking to thin air.

The atmosphere became even more awkward.

"I suggest you set your arm first. It's practically turned into a swing."

Wang Ye's voice abruptly came from behind the young man.

Putting aside the acting, this guy really was ruthless.

He had put his full strength into that punch at himself.

And Wang Ye's body was particularly tough, which had resulted in the guy's arm being completely fractured. It had been dangling and swinging in midair the whole time. It obviously hurt badly, yet he acted as though he could not feel it.

Of course, Wang Ye could not rule out the possibility that he was trying to play up his misery.

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