Having understood a lot, Zhang Lianyi's gaze gradually became firm, "Sorry Director Hong, but I still refuse."
"Alright!"
Director Hong displayed anger, his eyes full of cruelty: "Zhang Lianyi, you don't need to act in the afternoon scene. Also, don't come to the studio in the next few days."
Saying this, he picked up the special lunch box from the ground, held it in his arms and said: "You're not fit to eat this either, someone like you who doesn't know what's good for you can only eat a ten yuan lunch box!"
Hong Gu also shook her head: "Sigh, such a good opportunity wasted, this silly child will regret it later!"
Zhang Lianyi never expected that simply rejecting someone's malice would result in the cost of being driven away.
Her heart was full of sorrow.
Not far away, other staff and actors looked over with sympathetic eyes.
Those familiar with Director Hong's lecherous personality quickly understood what had happened.
"Poor thing."
