A Dad with Boyish Charm

That evening, the six of them sat together on the living room sofa, discussing the script.

The first draft had been conceived by Best Actor Fang Yu, then polished by one of the male leads, Lu Zhi.

Shen Qi leaned against the sofa, pinching several thin pages of the script between his fingers. His face was livid as he gritted his teeth and smiled. "Teacher Lu, don't you think there are some flaws in your script?"

Lu Zhi sat with one leg crossed over the other, holding a small mirror as he carefully applied hair-care essential oil to his hair.

Poor President Lu had never worried about his hair being too short in his entire life. Right now, he wished his whole body could be covered in silver fur.

And it had to feel good, or Shen Ranxin would be uncomfortable when touching it.

Hearing Shen Qi's accusation, Lu Zhi said, "What, do you have some objection to Teacher Fang Yu's script?"

Cheng Cheng sneered. "Explain why, in a Republican-era script, there's a pig named 'Cheng Cheng' and a dog named 'Shen Qi.'"

"And." Shen Qi took a deep breath. "Why don't I have any scenes?"

"You do." Lu Zhi carefully spread the essential oil through his silver fur. "You're the one who gets kicked flying at the beginning."

Shen Qi: "..."

Cheng Cheng: "So I'm the one who gets served on the table? There are only ten pages of plot in total, and the two male leads kiss for eight of them? As for the remaining two pages..."

He paused, took a deep breath, and spoke with a trembling voice. "You actually give Shen Ranxin a son? What kind of mental state were you in when you wrote this plot?"

Fang Yu propped up his forehead and held out