Gong's downstairs
Western restaurant
The little girl took the fork in her hand and stabbed the steak on the plate, as if she was very angry.
He handed over the steak he had cut with a smile, "Qingqing, are you hungry?"
"Hungry!" She snorted coldly and moved the battlefield to another plate.
"Anyway, I've fallen for that role. Mr. Gong, you can do whatever you want—"
The man paused, looked at her and said, "Why does Qingqing like that?"
"Because that character is very malleable—"
“Where is the plasticity?”
"Considering her status, doesn't Mr. Gong feel sorry for her?"
"Hmm..." the man responded softly.
This piqued the little girl's interest, and she started explaining in a whirlwind manner, "Look, Mr. Gong, if even you feel pity for her, then the audience will feel pity for her too. If I play her, then I will be pitiful too, right?"
"Qingqing, why should you feel pity?" the man suddenly interrupted.
The little girl was speechless for a moment, then said, "Who said I'm pitiful? What I want is the potential for this identity to be pitiful, a potential that will resonate with the audience. Well, you wouldn't understand me anyway—"
The man paused holding the fork and raised an eyebrow. "Qingqing hasn't said anything yet, how do you know I don't understand?"
"You just don't understand! Anyway, I'm attracted to this role. I'm going to tell Sister Yan when I get back—"
"Don't call me sister!"
"What's my name then?"
"Anyway, don't call me sister!"
"You're so annoying, Mr. Gong..." The little girl threw her fork away in annoyance, causing a series of crisp sounds between the plates.
The man paused, and looked over with cold eyes.
She trembled with fear, pouted in grievance, and picked it up again.
"Come here—" he said coldly
"I don't want it!" She refused coldly, lowered her head, stuffed the steak into her mouth and sulked.
He gently put down the knife and fork in his hands, and stood up with a tall and cold figure.
She was just retching when suddenly a tall figure appeared in front of her.
Next second
The whole little body was lifted up into the air.
"Let me go, let me go!" The little girl struggled to get down.
He hugged her tightly and whispered, "Stay still, don't move!"
"I don't want it, you're being mean to me?"
"I don't--"
"What's your tone? What's your attitude?" The little girl took the initiative.
He said in a lower tone: "Okay, it's my fault, you stay here -"
She didn't move anymore and sat obediently in his arms, but she was obviously still angry. She lowered her head and ate her Western food without looking at him.
He hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Gong family has a strict system. It is absolutely not allowed, and there will be no possibility of anyone crossing the line—"
"You can build good relationships with them, but you must never let them forget their identities, act on their own, or push their limits!"
The little girl bit into her steak and retorted incoherently, "They... wouldn't... do that! Aren't they... the people you recruited, Mr. Gong?"
"Then I also have my moments of carelessness—"
"Then I won't scream, okay?"
"Well, good girl—" He ruffled her hair, his tone doting.
But this caused the little girl to snort, "Then what should I call them? Director? Agent?"
"Agent..."
"But I still feel a little unfamiliar with it!" The little girl looked back with a bitter face.
The man lowered his head slightly, touched her nose and said, "So what? The name you use can't determine the closeness or distance of your relationship!"
"Okay..." She nodded, picked up a small piece of steak and handed it over, "Mr. Gong, do you want to eat?"
"Of course..." Since it was given by the little girl, he naturally wanted it.
He lowered his head and ate the small piece of steak.
The anger between the two of them disappeared inexplicably, and they each ate and fed each other comfortably, everything was wonderful.
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