After a while, the director arrived in front of Fu Ying. The two of them naturally avoided the camera.
Under Fu Ying's instructions, the director nodded and understood what he meant.
"President Fu, are you really going to sleep on the ground tonight?" The director glanced at the tent. Although the terrain was relatively flat, the ground was covered in small stones.
"Yes, get me a small blanket according to your production team's standards." Fu Ying didn't want them to make exceptions for him. Moreover, sleeping beside Mo Rao was exactly what he wanted. Although, they were separated by the tent.
The director was a smart person. He could already tell that Fu Ying was head over heels for Mo Rao. The man who was usually so aloof was simply a loyal lap dog in front of Mo Rao.
What he could do was to try his best to give Fu Ying a chance to interact with Mo Rao more.
"I understand." The director immediately sent someone to deliver a small blanket.