The three were middle-school girls. Though seeing their idol had left them a little flustered at first, they had been chosen by the White-Haired Fox, so they could probably be considered elite combat girls among middle-schoolers. After a brief burst of excitement, they regained some composure and greeted Feifei with expressions and manners that had clearly been honed through professional training.
Of course, as the most dazzling young director in the entire galaxy, Feifei didn't seem to put on airs. She smiled warmly as she signed autographs, posed for photos, shook hands, and hugged her admirers, nearly breaking the girls' professional composure all over again.
But when the girls took their leave to prepare dinner, Feifei's smile quickly vanished. She fixed her gaze on Miss Bei's eyes across from her, waiting for an explanation.
Yani poured each of them a cup of black tea at her leisure, adjusted the flavor, and took a delicate sip before speaking. "All right, there's quite a lot to explain. So, should I start with my story or yours?"
Feifei leaned back in the comfortable recliner, looking every bit like an artist who feared no authority and wouldn't give a bunch of lousy capitalists the time of day. Her tone was stiff as she said:
"If you're asking about Skull Squadron, then it definitely won't be released this year. I'm still shooting additional scenes. Besides, Nephi and the Central Star Region have inexplicably gone into Orange Alert, so we have to move a lot of the locations we'd already booked. If we're lucky, we might have the first film edited by the second half of next year. Of course, that's the best-case scenario. But there's no way you can replace the male lead, and there's no way you can replace the second female lead either—unless