Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Five
Cheng Bian felt that his male lead had recently been neglecting his proper work, yet there was nothing to criticize about his acting. He had no excuse to voice his doubts. Besides, he had just finished the meal Li Wenchuan had sent over. It was hard to criticize someone after eating their food, and he felt a little embarrassed.
Wasn't this just it? It wasn't Jiang Hansheng's working hours, yet he had carried over a little stool and sat beside him, watching the monitor with him.
Thinking Jiang Hansheng might have something to say, the two of them stared at the monitor in silence.
They watched for a while longer. Jiang Hansheng remained completely focused.
After another while, the guy still said nothing.
Cheng Bian could not hold back any longer. "Ahem. Ahem, cough cough."
Jiang Hansheng did not look up. He continued staring fixedly at the screen, utterly absorbed, like a student attending an online class.
"Ahem, cough cough."
Jiang Hansheng finally raised his head and looked at Cheng Bian with a puzzled frown. Just as Cheng Bian thought Jiang Hansheng had finally realized there was a problem, the man spoke. "Director Cheng, did you catch a cold because of the changing season? I caught one every time the seasons changed when I was little. You should wear a mask, or it wouldn't be good if you infected the rest of the crew."
"..." Cheng Bian choked on his anger. "I don't have a cold. Why do you keep sitting beside me and watching the monitor? Go read your script."
Day after day, neglecting his proper work. If he could have said it aloud, Cheng Bian would definitely have given him a thorough scolding with that foul temper of his. But if Jiang Hansheng