Director... Director?
Huang Weiming was stunned for a moment.
He turned to look at the young couple not far away, a look of amazement flashing in his eyes.
Although he had a certain status himself and had attended many gatherings, he had seen many handsome men and beautiful women.
But none compared to the two before him.
Not only in terms of their looks but also in their charisma.
What surprised Huang Weiming the most was that the brick that had hit him on the head appeared in the young man's hand.
He felt as if he had been through a dream.
Everything that had just happened was an illusion.
"I... I am not a director," he responded subconsciously.
Qi Yuan held the brick in his hand, a look of disappointment on his face.
"As expected, it's all lies. How could a random brick thrown in the Capital City hit a director?"
The Goldfinch's lively eyes revealed a smile: "If you want, he can also be a director."
"It's no fun cheating."