Chapter 92: The Air Trembles, as if the Sky is on Fire_2

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"Director, thank you for your kindness, but I really don't want to make movies right now. Please stop bothering me, or I'll have to call someone."

With that, the door to the room closed, leaving a dumbfounded Wallace standing in place.

Night fell, and the dining car was delivered to the cabin by a waiter. Wayne heartily indulged and filled his stomach.

It didn't matter if it was tasty or not; he wasn't after that. All he knew was to finish eating quickly and start training. His fellow villagers were still waiting for his rescue, after all.

Bang bang!

The door gently knocked, and Wayne shrugged his nose, sniffing a strange scent of perfume.

He looked outside. It was not dead of night yet, but it was certainly bedtime.

One person is called resting, and two people are sleeping together.

Curious, Wayne opened the door, only to be met with a dazzling female star. The hallway was quiet, not a single paparazzo in sight.