Zhao Miao leaned over and asked, "What are those damn Japanese people trying to do now?"
"They can't do anything. All they can do is stare helplessly. And I just love the way they can't stand me but can't do a thing about me!" Lu Heng's witty reply made Zhao Miao burst out laughing. He shot the Bushido crew a vicious glare.
This Huaxia child star, long known for his unruly temperament, had been holding back a fierce grudge as well. He wanted to slap those arrogant Japanese people hard across the face after winning an award.
Even though Zhao Miao knew the chances of someone from Huaxia winning were incredibly slim—just receiving a nomination was already no easy feat. After all, Huaxia had not received the favor of the Oscar Best Foreign Language Film award in nearly a century.
Someone behind him lightly poked Lu Heng's shoulder with a fingertip. When Lu Heng turned around, he found an enlarged face right before him.
Blond hair, blue eyes, handsome features, deeply sculpted facial features, and a dazzling smile.
Lu Heng jumped in surprise just as the person behind him greeted him with particular familiarity. "Hello, Little Deer. I'm Andre Brooks. I really liked the second male lead you played in Autumn Dew White. Your performance was so spirited. Let's get acquainted."
Huaxia names were too complicated to pronounce, so Andre had not remembered them at all and simply referred to him as the second male lead instead.
Zhao Miao, seated beside Lu Heng, gasped instinctively and asked excitedly, "You're Andre? The Andre who played that little boy with psychological problems in The Psychiatrist, the youngest Best Supporting Actor winner in Oscar history?"
"Wow, your acting is absolutely amazing. I'm your fan." Zhao Miao grinned and held out his hand for