Jiang Huaixiao frowned at the cheerful figure bounding outside.
"Where are you going?"
Jiang Xun didn't look back. "To find the director! I finished all three tasks, so I'm going to the restaurant in town to order food now! Director! Where are you, Director? Points get redeemed and settled on the spot-no backing out!"
Jiang Huaixiao: "..."
Jiang Yanchu, who hadn't gotten into the car yet: ???
In his own little brother's eyes, he couldn't even measure up to a meal?!
Duan Qizhao rushed over at the news and nearly crashed straight into Jiang Yanchu.
"Brother Yanchu, move, move, move-"
Braking and skidding around Jiang Yanchu, who was blocking his way, he stepped straight into a still-wet mud puddle in the middle of the courtyard. He didn't even bother wiping the mud splattered on his trousers. "Food?! Ordering dishes?! I'm coming too! Me too!"
Five minutes later, the director, who had just hung up with the station chief and was at her wits' end, had been dragged and shoved into the production team's van by Jiang Xun. She sat in the front passenger seat, staring blankly ahead, utterly defeated.
Now, the sight of Jiang Xun's pretty face gave her a headache on reflex.
Shen Wangjing and his grandfather sat in the back row. Duan Qizhao sat by the left window in the second row, as excited as a schoolboy going on a spring outing the next day.
Jiang Xun, seated by the right window, was counting dishes off on his fingers. Every time he named one, Duan Qizhao nodded vigorously.
But what drew the most attention was the black Bentley following close behind. Through its half-lowered window, half of Jiang Huaixiao's cold, stern profile was visible, like a moving ice sculpture.
The car neither drove away nor overtook them. It