Just then, Wang Qiang, who was biting into an apple, unexpectedly glanced at the crowd and saw two people standing not far away.

He suddenly looked surprised and shouted with delight.

The apple she was holding in her mouth, which she was using as a prop, suddenly rolled to the ground.

"Click! Click! Click!"

"What's going on? Where did this Director Wang come from?"

Xu Zheng, who was sitting in the passenger seat and peering out, was taken aback. He thought Wang Qiang had misspoke and quickly stopped filming.

Xu Zheng stared at Wang Qiang, who was dressed in heavy props, with some concern, wondering if the kid had suffered heatstroke from wearing too many clothes.

Besides myself, Director Xu, and assistant directors Director Li and Director Zhao, there wasn't a single director with the surname Wang on set...

However, before Xu Zheng could react...

Wang Qiang walked excitedly toward the surrounding crowd.

Sitting in the car, Xu Zheng followed Wang Qiang's gaze and looked ahead.

Only then did they notice that outside the filming cordon set up by the crew, two figures, a man and a woman, were particularly eye-catching.

The other person's demeanor and clothing were completely different from the gray and gloomy atmosphere around them.

It stands out from the crowd at first glance.

"Holy crap..."

When his gaze swept over Mo Zixue's face, which was completely exposed, Xu Zheng was stunned and subconsciously swore.

If this girl is Mo Zixue, then the familiar figure standing next to her wearing a baseball cap...

Isn't that Wang Yueheng, the producer, screenwriter, and supervisor of this drama?

"Cough cough cough~"

Perhaps due to the unexpected fright, Xu Zheng couldn't help but cough.

If it weren't for this talented man choosing me to star in "Dying to Survive," my popularity wouldn't have skyrocketed so quickly.

With the addition of the script for "Lost in Thailand," which Xu Zheng also highly regarded, his respect for Wang Yueheng reached its peak.

"Make way, let me pass!"

Director Xu Zheng then hurriedly stood up, squeezed through the crowd of extras and passengers, and ran towards the door.

The extras, seeing the director suddenly stand up and storm off, quickly moved aside to make way for him.

"Director Wang! When did you get back?!"

"Why are you only arriving at the set now? I've missed you so much!"

Wang Qiang, who had rushed to Wang Yueheng a step ahead, grinned and grabbed Wang Yueheng's arm, saying...

"Just arrived, just arrived. Why don't you take off this costume first? It must be tiring to carry it like that..."

Wang Yueheng looked at the pots and pans that Wang Qiang was still carrying on his back and said with a smile.

"It's okay, I'm not tired!"

"It's only a little heavy, it's nothing at all..."

Wang Qiang spoke in broken Mandarin, puffed out his chest as if trying to be tough, and waved his hands repeatedly while grinning foolishly.

"Oh! Teacher Yue Heng! Why didn't you let me know you were back? I could have arranged a car to pick you up!"

"Quickly, what are you waiting for? Go get two bottles of water for Mr. Wang and Miss Mo!"

Just then, Xu Zheng jogged up to Wang Yueheng and said breathlessly.

The way they acted was as if they were seeing an old friend they hadn't seen in a long time.

"Huh? He...he's that Wang Yueheng?"

Yao Haibing, the stage manager who had just loudly stopped Wang Yueheng and the other man, was stunned.

His face immediately fell.

How could I have so rudely kept the producer and screenwriter out?

Oh no, this is a disaster!

The thought of Wang Yueheng's growing influence, which he had been hearing about recently, filled Yao Haibing, a stagehand in his forties, with fear.

If you offend someone, you'll lose your job, and your whole family will starve...