'Yanyan is being cast for a movie?' Shen Yuan's eyes immediately darted to his innocent son.
The little boy only tilted his head to his parents, obviously oblivious to the real meaning of the question.
Wait. Was that a question in the first place?
Shen Yuan couldn't tell whether this was the man's usual manner—honed by years of clashing with domineering alphas—or a deliberate show of force meant to strong-arm them into compliance.
However, whatever the case may be, there is no way they will agree.
"Director Ye," Shen Yuan crossed his arms over his chest, eyes unwavering. "It warms my heart to know that you appreciate my son's brilliance; however, we can't entertain your intention to make him a child actor for your work. Yanyan is too young to handle such responsibility."
With consideration for their family's relationship, Shen Yuan was as polite as possible. He wished that Director Ye would drop the matter, but to his dismay, he only pushed further.
