Sneaky dinner invitation
Yating spent the next few days reading the entire script like he would do with a draft and completely absorbed it in his system. He was still skeptical of how much contribution he would be able to provide with the film-making process but that wasn't any reason to stop him from giving his best
"Well learning something new is always great," he smiled, leaning back with his tab in between his palms.
He heard his phone ring and stretched his hand to pick it up, not leaving his attention off his script.
"Hello?"
There was a pause followed by a question. "How are you doing?"
Yating heard his father's voice and stopped his movement. He slowly kept the tab aside. "Dad."