Director Li had long since given up getting angry about the cameramen obeying Xie Chen's every command.
These days, if you couldn't change something, you could only accept your fate.
If someone stronger slapped you, you couldn't exactly jump up to hit back, only to get pinned to the ground and pummeled, could you?!
Adaptation was the law of survival.
So Director Li shouted along with him, "Did everyone hear that? None of the camera crews on the separate feeds are allowed to watch the livestream!"
"Everyone follows Brother Chen's orders!"
He had a feeling this nursing home shoot could push the show's traffic to new heights. They might even land a public service announcement on CCTV...
"Spare me, good sir! I'm just a cook! I don't know anything!"
Zhao Dahai's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to strike another vicious blow when a stern voice suddenly rang out behind him.
"Stop!"
Zhao Dahai whipped around. "Mom, why are you up? I..."
"If I didn't get up, who knows what trouble you'd cause, you little bastard!" Aunt Zhao strode over, rolling up her sleeves to start swinging.
Zhao Dahai wiped his face and bolted forward, his voice frantic. "Mom! Mom! Let's talk this out! Please don't hit me!"
"Don't call me Mom! That won't save you!" Aunt Zhao grabbed a shoe and sent it flying at him. "I'm finishing you off today!"
Luo Mingyu stared at the chaos before him, his jaw hanging open for ages. It took him a long time to process it before he swallowed. "This auntie is brutal! My dad's nothing compared to her!"
"All my dad does is put me through military drills. Since when has he ever slapped me around like that?!"
Li Sifan nodded in agreement. "Exactly!"
"Even when my dad caught