Su Yayan was stunned for a few seconds before she realized what Huo Chenhuan meant. She hurriedly hugged his arm and smiled obsequiously. "I'm not looking for him anymore. With such a capable husband, why should I look for someone else?"
Huo Chenhuan laughed and enjoyed his wife's flattery.
"I heard that the television drama that you were rejected was about an ancient opera? Have you read the script?"
"I've read it. The script is very good." She did not want to mess it up because it was very good.
It was the hard work of the author, the production crew, and the actors. If in the end, they had to film something that didn't look like what it was supposed to be, they might as well not film it.
Huo Chenhuan thought about it and comforted her, "Bring the script with you tomorrow, he will agree to direct it."
Su Yayan looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he was so certain.