"Your TV show only lasted twenty-four minutes?"
Hai Luwei's voice shot up, nearly piercing the ceiling. "What gives? Why only twenty-four minutes?"
Fu Tailan shrugged. "It's a sitcom. Episodes are only about twenty minutes long. That's pretty normal, isn't it?"
"Do you think I care how long a sitcom episode is? It's the blatant unfairness and favoritism—"
Hai Luwei glanced at Mai Mingle. He tried to hold his tongue, but couldn't help saying, "Your TV show experience was a walk in the park, too."
Mai Mingle gave him an apologetic smile, tinged with a bit of survivor's guilt.
It was as if Hai Luwei had taken on all the suffering that she and Fu Tailan had been spared. He'd been thrown into a sci-fi mystery thriller for a solid sixty-five minutes. According to him, he spent the entire time struggling to survive, forced into one dead end after another.
"Even if you don't smash your head on a TV, there are traps everywhere!"
