If it weren't for the incident at the shooting range, Wei Liao would definitely not have known who his granddaughter was talking about.
Thinking of the screenwriter teacher who scored ten points, a hint of understanding emerged in his eyes, "It turns out to be her."
"Grandpa, do you know Teacher Yuman?" Wei Qing subconsciously widened her eyes when she saw his reaction.
Wei Liao smiled but didn't answer her. He frowned and said seriously, "Tell grandpa first what happened when you fell off the stage."
“I didn’t fall off the stage.”
Wei Qing pouted, "It's all Jiang Wanxia's fault for spreading the soybeans! Grandpa, you don't know, if it wasn't for Teacher Yuman holding me up, I would have really fallen down from there."
"It won't be a simple strain by then. I'm afraid you and my parents will have to come to the hospital to take care of me."
"You are ignorant and talking nonsense." Wei Liao glared at his granddaughter and then showed a thoughtful expression.
It would have been fine if they didn't know about it before, but now Comrade Jiang Yuman has helped their granddaughter so much...the Wei family must remember this favor.
As for that lesbian...
"Wen Zheng said before that the female soldier who hurt you did it unintentionally. Judging from your expression, did you do it on purpose?" Wei Liao tapped the table with his fingers.
"Of course I did it on purpose!" Wei Qing had nothing to worry about in front of her grandfather and expressed all her thoughts.
Wei Liao had been listening silently until the end, and then asked, "What's going on with your script?"
He had wanted to ask this for a long time.
My granddaughter wrote in a letter saying that the art troupe was going to work with Teacher Wenxin this time, but how come the plan changed in the end?
"The Jiaoyang Dance Troupe has to temporarily change the script."
Wei Qing didn't know much about this matter, and she didn't like it at all. "Grandpa, you guys are praising Teacher Wenxin too much. I think the script written by Teacher Yuman must be very good."
When Teacher Wenxin became famous, she had not yet joined the art troupe. She only knew that her grandfather praised her.
A person's excellence is reflected in all aspects. Wei Qing couldn't help but feel dissatisfied when she went back on her word.
"Now that you mention it, I'm looking forward to it."
Wei Liao laughed, "I know your screenwriter is excellent, otherwise my granddaughter wouldn't talk about her all the time. When the show comes, grandpa will watch your performance carefully."
"Our art troupe will definitely be better than the Jiaoyang Song and Dance Troupe!" Wei Qing raised her head.
The grandfather and grandson talked for a few more words before opening the door.
Su Wenzheng first talked with Wei Liao, and then looked at Wei Qing's legs with hope in her eyes.
Wei Liao saw what she wanted to ask and said, "Wen Zheng, I want to thank you for hiring a good screenwriting teacher. I heard from Wei Qing that this matter was all thanks to her."
"As for Wei Qing's leg, she said that Comrade Jiang Yuman also gave her medicinal wine, and now it doesn't hurt anymore."
Now that my penis doesn't hurt, I can catch up with the progress of the art troupe, and the art troupe will also have a lead dancer with good level.
"That's great." Su Wenzheng had mixed feelings in her heart and her eyes felt a little sore.
The words she had said before to comfort her subordinates were all helpless, and she couldn't let it go at all.
Now there is room for maneuver... Jiang Yuman, she silently recited this name in her heart, and was extremely glad for the decision she made at that time.
I am also very grateful to her.
After Wei Liao finished asking about his granddaughter's situation, he left the art troupe as it was getting late.
The jeep drove him to a classical courtyard. As soon as he got out of the car, a middle-aged man came up to him.
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