Ye Mingzhao smiled faintly and said patiently, "I haven't decided yet. I've been very busy lately. Even if I really want to film something, it'll probably be after the New Year."
As they spoke, a crew member approached with a strange expression. "Teacher Ye, someone's here to visit you on set."
"He says his name is Lin Feng."
Chapter 42
To all the gossip hounds who had been frolicking through the hottest gossip lately, the name Lin Feng was absolutely familiar.
For a moment, everyone's eyes covertly drifted toward Ye Mingzhao's face.
Obviously, the instant they heard that name, they had already imagined at least a hundred thousand words' worth of wealthy-family grudges, love, and hatred.
Ye Mingzhao still wore that spring-breeze expression. He even gently thanked the assistant who had picked up his boxed lunch before saying to the crew member, "Please bring him to my dressing room."
The gossip hounds watching nearby reluctantly withdrew their gazes. It seemed they would not get to enjoy this piece of gossip today.
Ye Mingzhao's attitude had made it so clear that they did not dare eavesdrop outside his dressing room.
What if they were discovered and Ye Mingzhao took his anger out on them?
After all, none of them had particularly deep pockets, nor did they own a group worth tens of billions for Ye Mingzhao to acquire.
The crew member led Lin Feng to the dressing room. Looking at the door that was only loosely shut, Lin Feng took a deep breath nervously. Then, beneath the crew member's meaningful gaze, he knocked on the door.
"Come in." A clear, pleasant voice came from behind the door, like a gentle, refreshing breeze brushing past Lin Feng's ear.
Yet Lin Feng felt as though he had heard a demon whispering beside him.