Xiaonuan lifted the wine glass, the red liquid reflecting a small, bitter face forcing a smile.
She sipped a few times, the bitter liquid with a hint of sweet coolness slid down her throat.
Finally unable to hold back, she turned around again, placing the thick folder in front of the man, who was drinking with excitement.
"President Wang, I've made some revisions to the script according to your company's requirements. I hope you can take a look when you have time. If it's still not right, I can continue to..."
"No, no..." The man reached out and pushed away the folder Xiaonuan offered.
"Miss Xia, you must understand. My desk opposite the office piles up scripts like yours every month, at least a hundred. And many are from famous authors.
Famous authors, I mean famous authors, do you understand?" The man emphasized, asking softly.
Under the transparent glass lenses perched on the man's nose, his half-squinting monolid eyes flashed a meaningful light.
