Director Jia was angry and helpless.
In the temporarily built shed, he grabbed the producer's hand and wouldn't let go.
"Wang, this male lead really isn't working out."
At Director Jia's first words, the producer forced a bitter smile.
But Director Jia didn't even notice this smile and continued, "You saw it this morning too; I've been patient for so long. We've only just started this afternoon, and his face is completely paralyzed.
"He can't laugh, he can't cry; all he does is stare. If there were at least some light in his eyes, that would be something! But with those dead fish eyes, what's the point of staring?"
Saying this, he gripped the producer's hands tightly. "Wang, let's replace him! Otherwise, if this film gets made, no one will watch it, and we'll be slammed by everyone!"
