"Then... turn off your phone." Zhang Yang glanced at Ouyang Feifei's phone. "A call comes in every few minutes. It's too noisy."
Ouyang Feifei hesitated for a moment, as though she had made up her mind.
"Alright, Young Master Zhang."
As she spoke, she decisively turned off her phone.
In an instant, the surroundings seemed to clear up. At last, there was some peace and quiet.
"Young Master Zhang, I'll pour you some tea."
Ouyang Feifei obediently sat beside him and sweetly brewed him tea. Throughout the whole time, she did not glance once at the phone set aside.
Evening came.
"Let's go. A few guests will be arriving soon." Zhang Yang took Ouyang Feifei by the hand and headed straight for a private room.
Ouyang Feifei had no idea what was going on, much less who was coming.
But she knew one thing: she just had to obediently do as she was told.
By nightfall, there was a soft knock on the private room door, and several people entered one after another.
Ouyang Feifei looked up and froze.
The people who had come were actually the producer and director of the drama she was about to audition for. One phone call from Young Master Zhang, and he had invited them over.
Instinctively, she wanted to stand.
"Oh, Miss Feifei, please don't... Please, sit, sit."
The two well-known directors and producers in the industry were flustered, repeatedly bowing as they spoke.
Ouyang Feifei was at a loss and looked toward Zhang Yang.
"Sit," Zhang Yang said with a nod before looking at the two men. "Come, you two, have a seat as well."
The two were deeply flattered and sat down one after the other.
Zhang Yang ordered drinks and dishes. The two men could hardly wait to raise their