Switching back to Hua Tiantian’s side, ng Yan’s words left her stunned for a long ti—revenge?
Could it be that ng Yan knew about her being bullied?
The news of ng Yan visiting the set quickly spread throughout the crew. Ever since "My Demon Roommates" premiered, it had created quite a stir. ng Yan’s popularity was absolutely terrifying!
Sure enough, the staff had already started obsessing over him.
"I just saw ng Yan on set."
"Did you say ng Yan? Where did you see him? I need to go check him out in person too."
Annoyed by the chatter, Huang Shan rolled her eyes dramatically and snapped, "Do I pay you guys to gossip? Go check my costus instead."
"Yes, Sister Shan."
The two young assistants exchanged awkward glances and clamped their mouths shut.
Still, an unexplainable sense of unease lingered within Huang Shan, her thoughts a chaotic ss she couldn’t sort out.
Noticing her mood, the assistant offered her favorite coffee: "Sister Shan, are you still worried about Hua Tiantian?"
"Hua Tiantian? , worried about her? That’s a joke. That brainless, scheming little actress is dreaming if she thinks she can blend in here. Who even takes her seriously? Does she really think she can win everyone over just with her acting? Hmph!"
"You’re right, Sister Shan. Hua Tiantian doesn’t have half a brain, nowhere near your league. But her character isn’t very appealing; I bet when the show airs, she’ll attract a ton of haters."
"Don’t ever ntion her in front of again. Just the sight of her fake innocent deanor makes sick to my stomach."
"Understood, Sister Shan."
The assistant carefully took note of Huang Shan’s irritation, and not wanting the flas to burn her, she wordlessly signaled to the others and snuck away.
"Yu, I’m reaching my limit with her temper."
"I never expected being an intern assistant to be this exhausting—physical and ntal tornt combined."
Yu looked at the two intern assistants before her and replied, "Now you understand how hard it is to be an assistant like . Sister Shan has a bad temper and gets angry easily. In this industry, you can’t afford pride or dignity. Just treat her like your lifeline; only by pleasing her can you have stability down the road. Even though you’re not official employees yet, if you do well, you can definitely secure early promotions."
ng Yan stared at the footage of the slapping scene from earlier, his brows furrowing tighter with each viewing.
Hua Tiantian followed closely behind him, surprised to find ng Yan sitting with the director, reviewing the morning’s footage. Though she was used to watching herself act, seeing such a clear shot of Huang Shan slapping her made her feel deeply uncomfortable.
The secretary approached with a phone in hand at this mont, catching ng Yan’s attention. "What is it?" he asked.
"An important client is looking for you."
ng Yan glanced at the phone, then leaned toward the secretary and whispered a few instructions before walking away, phone in hand.
The director turned off the cara while the secretary, with a stern expression, directly confronted him: "The scene reviewed earlier—will it be reshot today or postponed until tomorrow?"
Watching the secretary’s questioning tone and piercing gaze aid at the director, Hua Tiantian instinctively turned her back, her heart racing wildly. Before she knew it, ng Yan had ended his phone call and walked back over.
Hua Tiantian couldn’t understand why ng Yan would invest fifty million into the production during filming. That wasn’t a small amount, yet ng Yan seed completely indifferent, even using a threatening tone to insist the director reshoot the scenes. With countless questions swirling in her mind, she approached ng Yan directly.
"President ng, I have a question for you."
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