"Director Zhang, how are you feeling today?"
Director Zhang, who had gotten up early for filming, found himself receiving special attention. Every so often, someone would come over to ask how he was.
Some even offered him tea, claiming it was good for his kidneys. Thoroughly baffled, he wondered when he had become so popular. Even people he had yelled at were coming over to check on him.
Li Yan also came over and patted his shoulder, looking conflicted. "You should cut back on that sort of thing, especially on set. It doesn't look good."
Then he walked away, leaving Director Zhang utterly confused.
What he wanted to ask was whether the sun had risen in the east today.
Was everyone having some kind of last rally before death? What was going on?
Lin Feng and Zhang Dongming were getting similar attention. Since their fight the previous night, the two had become utterly incompatible, sworn enemies through and through.
They had both torn off their masks and stopped pretending altogether.
They started fighting the moment they met. Lin Feng had knocked out one of Zhang Dongming's teeth, but instead of going to the hospital to get it fixed, Zhang Dongming insisted on picking a fight with him.
Zhang Dongming even wanted to lie down on Lin Feng's feet and play the victim.
"I don't care! If he doesn't give me an explanation today, I'll lie right on top of him. If he so much as touches me, I'll report him for intentional assault!"
Some crew members tried to intervene, while others stood by and enjoyed the show.
Not to be outdone, Lin Feng stamped his feet, demonstrating how he crushed ants, his gaze vicious. "Go on, try lying down here, you scamming bastard! I'll stomp you to death!"
The bastard