"Marionette?" The director looked at Ping Yue and repeated after her. He looked at her as if he wanted an explanation.
"It's Bai Zhe's nickname in his acting class. Mr. Han Qing told me that everyone in his acting class calls him this name because he always fully controls others' acting," said Ping Yue before every eye turned to Bai Zhe.
"Don't look at me like I'm a freak like that," said Bai Zhe, lifting his hands up.
"Anyway, it’s both good and bad for my job," said the director.
"In the next scene, please make delicious congee for me, Ping Yue." Bai Zhe smiled.
"Eh? Can I do that?" Ping Yue looked in the other direction. Her cooking skills were equal to zero. Normally, she would hire a nutritionist to take care of her food.
"Let's skip the scene where Ping Yue cooks because we have prepared the congee," said the director. He had had his staff buy it earlier. Why? It was because he was afraid that he had to waste time on Ping Yue again.