That night, it was already past midnight when Wei Mian and Yang Haiping came out of the police station, and they went out for a midnight snack together.

Afterwards, Wei Mian checked into the hotel arranged by Yang Haiping, and other matters would be discussed tomorrow.

The next morning at eight o'clock, Director Sang and the producer came to see Wei Mian.

Sang Qingsheng pointed at the door with his chin and signaled Yang Haiping, "Knock."

"Isn't it a bit too early now?"

Yang Haiping rubbed his face. He went home and went to bed last night, but he saw such a stimulating scene before going to bed, and he couldn't help but have a nightmare after falling asleep.

I am still feeling groggy and my mind is not clear.

Sang Qingsheng glanced at his watch. "It's already eight o'clock. That's not too early, is it? Didn't you come back before one o'clock?"

"Indeed, but I am just a little girl after all, and I am still growing!"

After hearing what Yang Haiping said, Sang Qingsheng became a little uncertain, "Really?"

The producer thought about his son who was a night owl. He slept in the late night and got up in the afternoon, and he felt that it was too early.

"Right..."

The three of them chattered at the door for a long time, but Wei Mian couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to open the door.

"So, are you guys going to knock or not?"

Several people smiled at the same time, "Sorry, Master, to bother you so early."

Wei Mian shrugged, knowing that they were busy, so he made way for them and said, "Come in!"

The three of them looked at each other and rushed into the room.

In fact, this room was prepared by the crew for Tang Wan, but she felt that the accommodation conditions here were not good, so she and her agent stayed in another hotel opposite.

The crew thought that someone from the investors would come occasionally, so they simply kept this suite.

Wei Mian asked the three of them to sit down in the small living room.

"I like to get straight to the point. I'll just say what I want to say. What are you guys here for today—"

Wei Mian looked at Sang Qingsheng and the unfamiliar producer.

Sang Qingsheng paused for a moment, "Since Master likes to speak his mind, I won't be polite with you. We're here today mainly to thank you for your help yesterday. Otherwise, the entire crew would be in a panic, and who knows how long the delay would last!"

Wei Mian smiled and said, "It's just a piece of cake."

"Oh, that's not right," the producer quickly took over. "For you, it's just a piece of cake, but for us, it's a huge deal. I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm the producer of 'Xianxia Qingyuan'. My last name is Bai, Bai Han."

Producer Bai had heard that some powerful masters could catch ghosts, but he had never actually seen it.

Before every film or TV series begins, there is a routine opening ceremony. This is the first time I have witnessed that such things really exist in the world.

"Director Bai," Wei Mian said after glancing at her face, "Your parents' palace is dark, and there are dark lines on the left corner of the moon. This shows that your father has been ill recently."

As soon as these words were spoken, Producer Bai looked at Wei Mian in surprise. His father had just been diagnosed with lung cancer some time ago. Fortunately, it was discovered early and part of the lung lobe was removed, so his life was saved.

"Master is truly amazing! My father was diagnosed with lung cancer and just had surgery the day before yesterday. The doctor said he'll need chemotherapy and radiotherapy after he recovers a bit, but he's almost 70 years old after all. I'm really worried he won't make it."

Wei Mian gave him a sympathetic look and said, "Don't think I'm being blunt. I'm afraid your father's illness can't be cured."

Producer Bai immediately looked at Wei Mian in shock, "But, but the doctor said that since he discovered it early, there's a high chance of a cure!"

Wei Mian shook his head. "Judging from your face, your father has at most three years to live. He's never been in good health to begin with. Although he doesn't have any major ailments on a daily basis, he hasn't been in good health. This surgery has severely damaged his vitality. So, if you have time, you should spend more time with your family! You won't regret it in the future."

As soon as these words were spoken, Producer Bai's face changed. He had never told anyone about his father's illness, so Wei Mian certainly couldn't find out.

Now that she pointed it out to him in person, it was obvious that she was really powerful. Producer Bai believed her immediately and decided to go back and hand over the mess to someone else so that he could spend more time with his father.

"Master, it seems that you are also very experienced in fortune-telling. Can you help me with my fortune-telling?"

Sang Qingsheng smiled very humbly and spoke respectfully.

Wei Mian's eyes flickered across his face. "Director Sang's uterus is red, which means there's going to be a baby in the family. Congratulations!"

Sang Qingsheng was stunned. "W-what?"

Adding a baby? Did he hear it wrong? He is already fifty years old, why is he going to have a baby?

Could it be that the brat at home has caused someone's death? If he doesn't come home, I'll break his legs!

But Wei Mian continued, "This can be considered as a daughter in your old age—"

"What!!!"

Sang Qingsheng jumped up suddenly.

He really jumped up. He was fifty years old and was originally sitting on the sofa. When he heard the news, he suddenly jumped up, scaring Producer Bai and Yang Haiping.

"Old Sang, what are you doing? You scared me."

Sang Qingsheng, however, completely ignored the two of them. His voice trembled, "Master, are you saying that my wife is pregnant, and it's a girl? Is it really a girl?"

Wei Mian nodded with a smile.

Now Sang Qingsheng couldn't hide the smile on his face anymore!

Oh my, it’s my daughter, a sweet and soft daughter!

He Sang Qingsheng is finally going to have a daughter!!

Sang Qingsheng didn't bother to ask any more questions and quickly took out his cell phone to call his wife.

Their little princess is in her belly, and there must not be any mishaps, otherwise he will be heartbroken!

"Hey, wife..."

When Sang Qingsheng happily returned to his seat, Producer Bai had already given Wei Mian the prepared information about several actresses.

When Sang Qingsheng saw this, he remembered what he had come here for today and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, Master, please help me choose who should be the heroine of this play. Don't let something like Tang Wan happen again, otherwise all our efforts will be wasted!"

This time, Sang Qingsheng prepared three actresses, all of whom had auditioned, but at that time he wanted Tang Wan to play this role, so he rejected these people.

But now I think it doesn’t matter if I’m not as famous as Tang Wan, as long as my background is clean.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t become popular. Wouldn’t it be better if the actors became famous with this drama?

Wei Mian looked at the first person, an actress with almond eyes and rosy cheeks, and her smile was very friendly.

In addition to her basic information, her birth date is also included.

She lowered her eyes and calculated for a while.

"This person isn't destined to become a big star. Even if he films a lot of good movies, he won't be a big hit. None of that matters. What matters is that this person's character is hard to describe. He likes to play tricks behind the scenes and holds grudges. If you want to work with him, it's better to be aware of some things in advance."

Sang Qingsheng and Producer Bai looked at each other and had the same idea.

The next one is better!

Wei Mian put the first person's information aside and looked at the second person.

Before calculating the man's horoscope, she took a look at his face and couldn't help but frown.